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rings the knell of an accusing conscience, which pro- 

 claims, that the wintry curtain of spiritual sleep and 

 death still hangs over his soul. The leaves and flowers, 

 the birds and breezes, and the balmy skies, oun yield 

 him no pleasure ; for he is ever haunted by the reflec- 

 tion that he must full-soon awake from his dream of 

 folly, but only to learn the dreadful truth, that for him 

 even Eternity has no second Spring. 



JUNE. 



SUMMER.— THE FLOWER GARDEN. 



'From brightening fields of ether fair disclosed, 

 Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes.' 



* Thus in the train of Spring arrive 

 Sweet flowers ! what living eye hath viewed 

 Their myriads ? Endlessly renewed 

 Wherever strikes the sun's glad ray.' 



The course of the seasons has now brought us to 

 Summer; a part of the year in which we may see 

 abundant reason to admire and bless the divine hand 



