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                 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy                  55



  	                        JUNE 

 1	    WHENCE are thy wooings, gentle
  	        June? 
 3	      Thou hast a naiad's charm;
  	    Thy breezes scent the rose's
  	        breath;
 6	      Old Time gives thee her palm. 
  	    The lark's shrill song doth wake the dawn:
  	      The eve-bird's forest flute
 9	    Gives back some maiden melody,
  	      Too pure for aught so mute. 

  	    The fairy-peopled world of flowers,
12	      Enraptured by thy spell,
  	    Looks love unto the laughing hours,
  	      Through woodland, grove, and dell;
15	    And soft thy footstep falls upon
  	      The verdant grass it weaves;
  	    To melting murmurs ye have stirred
18	      The timid, trembling leaves. 

  	    When sunshine beautifies the shower,
  	      As smiles through teardrops seen,
21	    Ask of its June, the long-hushed heart,
  	      What hath the record been? 
 
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 1	    And thou wilt find that harmonies,
  	      In which the Soul hath part,
 3	    Ne'er perish young, like things of earth,
  	      In records of the heart.