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order to startle, but to suggest, if I might, the joyous 

 medley of life in June, its variety and abundance. 

 You may not be able to name all the warblers; 

 you have never yet made out which is which among 

 the dogwoods and viburnums ; the dogwood flowers 

 are all four-pointed stars, while the viburnums are 

 all five-pointed. But what of it, — four or five, dog- 

 wood or viburnum! Here they are, banked in soft, 

 snowy fragrance along the margin of the pond. A 

 tiny nest swings from a fork among them, a tiny 

 bird with a white ring around her eye broods and 

 watches you drift past. You have a fish-pole, and all 

 about you and within you is the June. 



