A Journey In June 221 



IV' 

 Gazing from my open window, how my heart 



strings thrill, and thrill. 

 At the glory of the landscape I never get my fill. 

 Canadian hills embowered with crowning woods 



of green. 

 While fields and lakes and river on either side 



are seen. 



V 



Now white daisies blend their colors with the 



darker green below, 

 Or the shining yellow buttercups, their golden 



beauties show, 

 Wild mustard grows in " masses o'er many a 



lengthening row. 

 Add color to the wheat fields stretching out, as 



west we go. 



VI 



Now and then, a clump of roses, add their sweet- 

 ness to the breeze, 



And June air is gently sighing 'midst the ver- 

 dure of the trees. 



Oh! the plain and flood and hillside, how they 

 swiftly come and go. 



While the power of the engine rocks me gently 

 to and fro. 



VII 



Yes ! the scenes move out before me like the pic- 

 tures in a show. 



