ORCHARDS all in blossom,

Fields of growing grain;

Clover in the meadows,

Violets in the lane;

Roses in the gardens,

And, where'er you pass,

Round, gold dandelions

Glowing in the grass.

Song in every tree-top,

Joy in every shower;

Life in every atom,

Bees in every flower.

Fair the fields with promise,

Blissful all the air;

Fragrant all the forests,

Sunshine everywhere.

To the blossoming meadow

Lie at noon away,

Where the spotted lilies

Spread their petals gay.

In the liquid measures

Of the bobolink's tune,

You will find outspoken

All the soul of June.



Luella Clark