Lae SUMMER. 
For the brightness of sunshine; the depth of 
the shadows ; 
The crystal of waters; the fulness of green, 
And the rich flowery growth of the old pasture 
meadows, 
In the glory of summer can only be seen. 
Oh, the joy of the green-wood! I love to be 
in it, 
And list to the hum of the never-still bees, 
And to hear the sweet voice of the old mo- 
ther linnet, 
Calling unto her young ‘mong the leaves of 
the trees! 
To see the red squirrel frisk hither and thither, 
And the water-rat plunging about in his 
mirth ; 
And the thousand small lives that the warm 
summer weather, 
Calls forth to rejoice on the bountiful earth! 
