A happy soul that all the way
To heaven hath a summer's day.

Richard Crashaw

Starry eyes and sunset tresses,
White arms made for light caresses ;
Lips that knew no word of doubting,
Often kissing, never pouting.

JUNE 6TH.

Phabe Cary.

Thy hands are filled with early flowers,
Thy step is on the wind;

The innocent and keen delight

Of youth is on thy mind.

Mary Ann Browne.

JUNE 7TH.

Glad that they were alive;

And very much alive they were

As all their doings show.

Muloch.

Look not to the far-off future,

Do the work which nearest lies.

Here's daisies for the morn, Primroses for gloom,
Pansies and Roses for the noontide hours;
A wight once made a dial of their bloom,
So may thy life be measured out by flowers!

Hood.

JUNE 9TH.

JUNE IOTH.

JUNE 12TH.

JUNE 13TH.

Words cannot tell how bright and gay
The scenes of life before me lay.

-only a dear

Bryant.

And lovely spirit which doth grateful meet
The pleased heart of the world, as falleth sweet
Childhood's fond utterance on the mother's ear.
Mrs. Lowe.

JUNE 12TH.

And not the lightest leaf but trembling teems
With golden visions and romantic dreams.

Such pretty plans for future years

We told to one another.

JUNE 13TH.

Rogers.

Alice Cary.

'Tis as easy now for the heart to be true

As for grass to be g

green or for skies to be blue.

Lowell.

And Hope attends, companion of the way,
Thy dreams by night, the visions of the day.

Campbell.