A DAY IN JUNE. 
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His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, 
And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings ; 
He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest,— 
In the nice ear of nature which song is the best ? 
Now is the high-tide of the year, 
And whatever of life hath ebbed away 
Comes flooding back, with a rippling cheer, 
Into every bare inlet, and creek, and bay. 
Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it, 
We are happy now because God so wills it; 
No matter how barren the past may have been, 
’Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green ; 
We sit in the warm shade and feel quite well 
How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell; 
We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing 
That skies are clear and grass is growing; 
The breeze comes whispering in our car, 
That dandelions are blossoming near— 
That maize has sprouted, that streams arc flowing, 
That the river is bluer than the sky. 
That the robin is plastering his house hard by ; 
And if the breeze kept the good news back, 
For other couriers we should not lack ; 
We could guess it all by yon heifer’s lowing,— 
And hark ! how clear bold chanticleer, 
Warmed with the new wine of the year 
Tells all in his lusty crowing ! 
