222 A Journey In June 



While in the gentle gloaming, on wings I seem 

 to go. 

 With wondrous lines of beauty with splen- 

 did brush so free, 

 For the colors of the rainbow cast their 

 glamor over me, 



VIII 



Yes ! the beauties of Dame Nature are most won- 

 derfully fair, 



And gazing on those beauties my soul seems free 

 from care. 



So my train swings ever westward, her coaches 

 keeping rhyme 



To the music of dear Nature that's never out of 

 time. 



IX 



The birds fly up above me, and the flowers bloom 



below ; 

 For God cares for the Eaven, on flowers love 



bestow. 

 We have an earthly Eden from a Father's loving 



hand, 

 Angels guard us on the ocean and on the solid 



land, 



X 



And should we mount, as eagles, on wings in the 

 mid air : 



