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JUNE WILD FLOWERS. 



(Sanguinakla Canaden.sls. ) 



In the dawning of the summer, 



'Mid the forest bow'rs. 

 Sat a wood-ihrush gaily singing, 

 To his mate, while softly springing, 



List'ning came the flow'rs. 



Murmurs on the restless water, 



In its rippling flow ^ 

 While from tree-tops bending over, 

 Xodding to theiaithful lover. 



Shadows come and go. 



Hark ! a footfall in the bracken, — 



And a wailing cry, 

 On the silence sharply ringing, 

 Terror to the woodland bringing, 



By its agony. 



'Tis from her, the loved, — the gentle, 



Drawn through fear and pain ; 

 While her mate is calling, calling, 

 List'ning for the answer falling. 

 Ne'er to sound again. 



Sore the tender breast is wounded, 



By the hunter's dart ; 

 She will soon for aye be sleeping, 

 And the flowers o'er her weeping, 

 , • That they thus must part. 



