Classic Poem

Sunny, balmy June is here,
Crowned with scented roses bright,
Growing and blooming everywhere,—
Oh! what a pretty sight!

Back from the South the birds have come,
Their last year's nests to repair;
And here to have their summer home,
And again their young to rear.

Out in the long, wide meadow lot,
Where the bee honey-hunting goes,
A mower, with his sun-browned face,
The scented clover mows.

And, vieing with the black-birds' lay,
The farmer boy at morn
Whistles a love-tune, sweet and gay,
As he plows out the dew-wet corn.

Many things thou bringest, June,
Many pleasantries and joys:
Vacation days are coming soon,
For all school-girls and boys.