JUNE 389 
But there’s red on the wildrose berries, 
And red in the lovely glow 
On the cheeks of the child beside me, 
That once were pale, like snow. 
JUNE 
SHE needs no teaching, — no defect is hers ; 
She stands in all her beauty ’mid the trees. 
"Neath the tall pines her golden sunshine 
stirs 
And shifts and trembles with each passing 
breeze. 
All the long day upon the broad green boughs 
Lieth the lustre of her lovely life, 
While too much drugged with rapture to 
carouse 
Broods her soft world of insect-being rife. 
So without effort or perplexing thought 
She comes to claim all homage as her own, 
Clad in the richest garments Nature wrought, 
Melting the strongest with her magic zone. 
O wondrous June! our lives should be like 
thee, 
With such calm grace fulfilling destiny. 
Ss. L. H. 
