BIRDS ftND NftTURE 



ILLUSTRATED BY COLOR PHOTOGRAPHY. 



ONE GLIMPSE. 



(A June-tide Joy •song.') 



Oh, pray, what means a day Hke this ? 



A day that dawned all red and gold and dew — 



A day whose morning hours were steps that led 



To all the splendor of the throne of Noon; 



Each step more filled with sweets and song and sun 



Than that beneath it! 



And such a Noon ! 



Ah ! 



Throb, throb, went the heart of the world, 

 And "dance, dance," w^as the lilt of the breezes, 

 "Come, come with your natures unfurled, 

 And list, list to the siren who teases ! 

 June ! Noon ! It's the hub of the year, 

 And sweet, sweet is the rose and the clover! 

 Joy! Joy and her subjects are here — 

 Oh, haste, haste, e'er the pleasure is over ! 



'Twas such a Noon — 



And, ah, the hours that led from dawn to dusk ! 

 What notes the songsters tried ! What odors rose ! 

 And how the pictures in the cloudland ways 

 Changed on and on till Day grew tired and crossed 

 The western threshold ! 



*•* 'I^ •** 'K *!* 



'Twas more than just a day ("one little day") — 

 It might have been a year of some fair clime. 

 Where naught but beauty reigns — but, ah ! 'twas more ! 

 One glimpse it was of what this world can be 

 Through God and Goodness. 



— Jac Lowell. 



