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O glorious June! In the calm shady wood,
Where timid hares start from each fern-covered nook,
Aye making thy beauty my heart's lesson-book.
The sisters who link the rich jewels of time;
The fragrance of roses, of myrtle, and thyme;
The music of cuckoos, the humming of bees,
Thou lover of the blaze of Mars,
Come out with me to-night,
A name of nobler light.
The strong, the stern, the still ;
To wisdom's holy will.
The gentle Queen of Love;
Is flickering above !
O star of peace, O torch of hope,
I hail thy precious ray,
To shine the dark away.
Within my heart there is no light
But cometh from above;
The star of charity and truth,
Of cheerful thoughts and sage ;
And gladden mine old age.
For all his mailéd might,
As mine, the Queen of Night.
A queen to shine all nights away,
And make the morn more clear ; Contentment gilding every day,
There is no twilight here. Yes, in a trial world like this,
Where all that comes is sent, Learn how divine a thing it is
To smile and be content.
In every clime adored-
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord !
Who all my sense confined
And that myself am blind ;
To see the good from ill;
Left free the human will.
What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do,
What blessings Thy free bounty gives
Let me not cast away ;
To enjoy is to obey.
Yet not to earth's contracted span
Thy goodness let me bound,
Let not this weak unknowing hand
Presume Thy bolts to throw,
On each I judge Thy foe.
If I am right, Thy grace impart
Still in the right to stay ;
To find that better way !
Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent
Or aught Thy goodness lent.
Teach me to feel another's woe,
To hide the fault I see;
That mercy show to me.
Mean though I am, not wholly so,
Since quickened by Thy breath:
Through this day's life or death.
This day be bread and peace my lot ;
All else beneath the sun,
And let Thy will be done.
“MY FATHER'S AT THE HELM.”
A little boat assailed,
O'er all on board prevailed,
Who steadfast viewed the storm,
At danger's threatening form. “And sport'st thou thus," a seaman cried,
“ While terrors overwhelm ? " “ Why should I fear ?" the boy replied,
“My father's at the helm / "