24When heaven's aftersmile earth's tear-drops gain, And mother finds her home and heavenly rest.
Whence are thy wooings, gentle June?
3Thou hast a Naiad's charm; Thy breezes scent the rose's breath; Old Time gives thee her palm.
6The lark's shrill song doth wake the dawn: The eve-bird's forest flute Gives back some maiden melody,
9Too pure for aught so mute.
The fairy-peopled world of flowers, Enraptured by thy spell,
12Looks love unto the laughing hours, Through woodland, grove, and dell; And soft thy footstep falls upon
15The verdant grass it weaves; To melting murmurs ye have stirred The timid, trembling leaves.
18When sunshine beautifies the shower, As smiles through teardrops seen, Ask of its June, the long-hushed heart,
21What hath the record been? And thou wilt find that harmonies, In which the Soul hath part,
24Ne'er perish young, like things of earth, In records of the heart.
WISH AND ITEM
Written to the Editor of the Item, Lynn, Mass.
3I hope the heart that's hungry For things above the floor, Will find within its portals
6An item rich in store;
That melancholy mortals Will count their mercies o'er,
9And learn that Truth and wisdom Have many items more;
That when a wrong is done us,