SONG. 



O Spirit of the Summer-time ! 



Bring back the roses to the dells ; 

 The swallow from her distant clime, 



The honey-bee from drowsy cells. 



Bring back the friendship of the sun, 

 The gilded evenings, calm and late^ 



When merry children homeward run, 

 And peeping stars bid lovers wait. 



Bring back the singing, and the scent 

 Of meadow-lands at dewy prime ; — 



Oh, bring again my heart's content. 

 Thou Spirit of the Summer-time ! 



William Allitigkam. 



