THE SWAR.M 



thi beautiful months : for events in which 

 bees take part happen onl_v when skies 

 are pure, at the winsome hours of the 

 \-ear when flowers keep holida;/. They 

 are the soul of the summer, the clock 

 whose dial records the moments of 

 plenty; they are the untiring wing- on 

 which delicate perfumes float; the £,'U!de 

 of the quivering light-ray, the song of 

 the slumberous, languid air : and their 

 rlight is the token, the sure and m.e- 

 lodious note, of all the miyriad fragile 

 joys that are born in the heat and 

 dwell in the sunshine. They teach us 

 to tune our ear to the softest, most 

 intimate whisper of these good, natural 

 hours. To him who has knov;n them 

 and loved them, a summer v;here there 



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