DAYS IN MY GARDEN 



But June brings more than roses. Nature's ban- 

 quet is now spread in garden, wood and field, her 

 bounteous table loaded with flowers 

 strewn in lavish profusion. 



If we had lived a winter-life and 

 never known a June, if our eyes had 

 never seen the summer's green, nor 

 looked on speedwell-blue, and then 

 one day had waked to tread a wood- 

 land path, and there beheld the 



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green-leafed world, the forest's 

 summer dress, had smelt the wood- 

 ruff-perfumed air and brushed aside 

 the bracken fronds all russet-antler 

 topped, to where the meadows 



lie bejewelled in 



the sun ; methinks we 



should have thought 



we'd waked in heaven, 



nor would the truth 



have dawned upon us 

 as we walked through 





TALL, BRACKEN OF THE WOODS 

 ALL RUSSET ANTLER TOPPED 



the meadow grass and 

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