JUNE 



'Tis raging noon ; and, vertical, the sun 

 Darts on the head direct his forceful rays ; 

 O'er heaven and earth, far as the ranging eye 

 Can sweep, a dazzling deluge reigns ; and all 

 From pole to pole is undistinguish'd blaze. 



All-conquering heat, oh, intermit thy wrath, 

 And on my throbbing temples potent thus 

 Beam not so fierce ! incessant still you flow, 

 And still another fervent flood succeeds. 

 Pour'd on the head profuse. In vain I sigh, 



Thrice happy he who on the sunless side 

 Of a romantic mountain, forest crown'd 

 Beneath the whole collected shade reclines. 



J. THOMSON. 



With dancing feet glad peafowl greet 

 Bright flash and rumbling cloud ; 

 Down channels steep red torrents sweep ; 

 The frogs give welcome loud ; 



No stars in skies, but lantern-flies 

 Seem stars that float to earth. 



WATERFIELD, Indian Ballads. 



THERE are two Indian Junes the June of 

 fiction and the June of fact. The June of 

 fiction is divided into two equal parts the 



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