A year's good wishes in prose and poetry . eetheart ? Keep itfrom weeds and tares, I pray you ! Go make thy garden fair as thou canst, Thou makest never alone —And he whose lot is next to thine May see it and mend his own. And the next may copy his, sweetheart, Till all are fair and when the Master comes at eve Bright flowers His way shall greet. Then shall thy joy be full, sweetheart, In the garden so fair to see,In the Masters words of praise for all And a look of His own for thee. MADELINE ARNE.[153] E^S^S^S^ 3 3| ^ And smooth success be strewed before your^\ ^^^^^^^ JUNE F First
A year's good wishes in prose and poetry . eetheart ? Keep itfrom weeds and tares, I pray you ! Go make thy garden fair as thou canst, Thou makest never alone —And he whose lot is next to thine May see it and mend his own. And the next may copy his, sweetheart, Till all are fair and when the Master comes at eve Bright flowers His way shall greet. Then shall thy joy be full, sweetheart, In the garden so fair to see,In the Masters words of praise for all And a look of His own for thee. MADELINE ARNE.[153] E^S^S^S^ 3 3| ^ And smooth success be strewed before your^\ ^^^^^^^ JUNE F First Day AST crowding on, each wish that lifts thesoul, asks us to give it wings of words. Storm the earth with odors sweet,O ye flowers that bloom in light! Crowd about Junes shining feet,All ye blossoms bright. CELIA THAXTER. Thus, Gods bright sunshine overhead, Gods flowers beside your feet,The path of life that you must treadCan little hold of fear or dread,And by such pleasant pathways ledMay all your hfe be sweet. HELEN WAITHMAN. [154]. nd shronc (jyolush overptoNA/ in son a. Franccts l\idlc\- Ilawrciul .V JUNESecond Day FAIR thoughts and happy hours attend onthee. SHAKSPEARE. Along the ordered garden-ways The tall white lilies grow,May all your life in all your daysAs white and fragrant a Bee,Hither, meadow gossip, tell you never pause to rest?From the gray of dawn Ive watched you Till the sun has burned the you whisper to the gentians What you heard upon the wheat,And the flowers nod in laughterAt the stories you repeat. And lest any of your items Through the day should be forgot,I believe you always write them On the dim I trust you with my wishes Far more precious, little you tell me on the morrow If my sweetheart thinks of me ? [155] H. p. BEACH. JUNEThird Day MAY you have silent communings withHeaven ! Let thy soul walk softly in thee,As a saint in heaven unshod, For to be alone with silenceIs to be alone with God. HA
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