220 A Journey In June 



A JOURNEY IN THE MONTH OF JUNE IN EASTERN 

 CANADA 



I 



O ! the glories of a journey taken in the month of 

 June, 



When the gentle winds are sighing, and all na- 

 ture is in tune : 



While the fragrance of red clover, and the green 

 tints of the trees, 



Make me glad I am a rover, bathed in the eve- 

 ning breeze. 



II 



So all day I sit and wonder, on green plush I lay 

 and ponder 

 On the glorious panorama, ever new, 

 And I raise my window curtain, for I'm very, 

 very certain, 

 I have never, never witnessed such a view. 



Ill 



O ! Columbia, how I love you, where my first new 



breath I drew. 

 What lines of grace and beauty on every side you 

 strew. 

 I am rocking on your bosom for my iron 



horse is free. 

 And the flowers by the hillside waft their 

 fragrance over me. 



