JUNE. 



Far back in earth's gray dawn, 



Before God's words 

 Had crystallized in suns, 



Or stars had heard 



That clear creative call, 



"Let there be light 

 On all my works below, 

 For day and night" 



When first earth's wrinkled face 



Saw the white moon 

 Gleam on unfinished work, 



There was no June, 



But as the thoughts of God 



Showed perfect spheres, 

 We think He called up June 



To gem the years ! 



Irene Elder Morton. 



UR June is the month of the great- 

 est summer beauty, the month 

 when the trees are dressed in their 

 brightest and freshest garments, 

 and the flowers are the richest in 

 hue and profusion. It is the month 

 of birds of brilliant plumage, such as the scarlet 

 tanager, goldfinch, rosebreasted grosbeak, indigo 

 bunting, etc. The warmth of June's bright days 

 seems to bring out the ripe, mature colors of 



