Literature and Art 



Lesson 150 



, JUNE DAYS 



AND what is so rare as a day in 

 June? 



Then, if ever come perfect days; 

 Then Heaven tries earth if it be 



in tune, 

 And over it softly her warm ear 



lays; 

 Whether we look, or whether 



we listen, 

 We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; 



We sit in the warm shade and feel right well 

 How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell ; 

 We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing 

 That skies are clear and grass is growing; 

 The breeze comes whispering in our ear, 

 That dandelions are blossoming near, 



That maize has sprouted, that streams are 



flowing, 



That the river is bluer than the sky, 

 That the robin is plastering his house hard by ; 



