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Show THE SONG OF JUNE. This is the song the reapers sang . Shoulder-high in the waving grain Till the rock-bound hills with the chorus rang. And the mellow plaint of the falling rain. Came with the sunset over the fields: Oh. June! oh, June! For your breath is sweet; Through the bending wheat Soft airs are a tune; And the silent song of the growing grass. And the waves of shadow that pass and pass, Under the sun And under the moon. Weave a magic rune. For the spell of your day is in our hearts. And the life and the music and all beside; And little we care for time or tide, While lives the joy and the gloom departs; de-parts; Our toil is done With the sinking sun. And homeward fare we through the ripening ripen-ing grain; While the long shafts of sunset strike amain Adown gray wolds: and softly one by one Glow the smart stars, and yet as softly wane. The great, gray moon swings slowly up the sky. While, all around, the measured melody' Of thp fsnft Avpnlnir rain Is nn-ar hwin Oh. June! oh, June! For your nights are fair, Through the sweet, rich air Ixjw songs are a-tune; The velvet dark of the dusty trees Glows into light with the passing breeze ' Ah. cool, deep haunts Of the thirsty noon You are gone too soon. Where the -deep, dark river runs down to the sea. The trees grow close, and the rushes hide The golden glints of the hurrying tide; While over the wood the wind blows free; And When at night The mystic light, Rich with old tales of witch-craft, glides among The talking pines, then is the'fancv stung With faces of dead fears upon the sight-Crime's sight-Crime's children, out , of sleeping conscience con-science sprung. 'But with the flush of day. a softer glow Bears fan-wise from the dawn, and sweet and low j ? The cool airs follow from the gates of - night. This is the song the reapers sang Shoulder-high in the waving grain Till the rock-bound hills with the chorus rang. And the mellow plaint of the falling rain. Came with the sunset over the fields: 11. H. Craigle in the Pilot. |
