

BIRDS AND NATURE. 



ILLUSTRATED BY COLOR PHOTOGRAPHY. 

 Vol. XII. JUNE, 1902. No. i. 



JUNE. 



O month whose promise and fulfillment blend, 



And burst in one! it seems the earth can store 



In all her roomy house no treasure more; 

 Of all her wealth no farthing have to spend 

 On fruit, when once this stintless flowering end. 



And yet no tiniest flower shall fall before 



It hath made ready at its hidden core 

 Its tithe of seed, which we may count and tend 

 Till harvest. Joy of blossomed love, for thee 



Seems it no fairer thing can yet have birth? 

 No room is left for deeper ecstasy? 

 Watch well if seeds grow strong, to scatter free 



Germs for thy future summers on the earth. 



A joy which is but joy soon comes to dearth. 



— Helen Hunt Jackson, 



WAY OF JUNE. 



Dark-red roses in a honeyed wind swinging, 



Silk-soft hollyhock, colored like the moon; 

 Larks high overhead lost in light, and singing — 



That's the way of June. 

 Dark red roses in the warm wind falling 



Velvet leaf by velvet leaf, all the breathless noon; 

 Far-off sea waves calling, calling, calling — 



That's the way of June. 

 Sweet as scarlet strawberry under wet leaves hidden, 



Honeyed as the damask rose, lavish as the moon, 

 Shedding lovely light on things forgotten, hopes forbidden — 



That's the way of June. 



—Pall Mall Gazette. 



