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regions of the north ; for the sun, as Coleridge sang of 

 sleep, is beloved from pole to pole. Who but must 

 appreciate Logan's praiseful hymn to the sun : 



When tempests with their train impend on high, 



Darken the day, and load the labouring sky ; 



When heaven's wide convex glows with lightnings dire, 



All ether flaming, and all earth on fire ; 



When loud and long the deep-mouth' d thunder rolls, 



And peals on peals redoubled rend the poles ; 



If from the opening clouds thy form appears, 



Her wonted charms the face of Nature wears ; 



Thy beauteous orb restores departed day, 



Looks from the sky and laughs the storm away. 



Yes ! we are all sun-worshippers at heart, if we did 

 but know it. 



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In leafy, odoriferous June the stars reveal them- 

 selves reluctantly. One could fancy, indeed, that they 

 were disinclined to divert attention from the manifold 

 beauties of earth, for Nature has now dressed hill and 

 wood, vale and meadow in fascinating finery, and we 

 readily turn to feast our eyes upon it all. 



It is only when we have continued our evening 

 walks to a late hour when the 



Song of birds, and stir of leaves and wings 



have long since died away that the stars come to be 

 of our company, but shy company at best ; the roses 

 are more sociable by far. 



A nightless month, in fact, is June, a month of 

 northern glows, when the sun seems loth to leave the 

 fair prospect on which it has shone the day through. 



But June brings the summer, and the summer 

 brings life. 



