The Red Cloud chief., 1896-05-29
AS m departs from spring and enters
summer in all her brightness and thinks:

What is 50 rare aS n day In June
Then. II ever. comes perfect days;
Then heaven tries the earth IL ID be i'm time.
And over IL softly her warm ear lays:
whether we look or whether we listen
We hear life mtlrmtr. or see IL glistcu:
The COwSlip sthrtIcs In the meadows green.
The huttrfcup catches the sun in itS chalir1
Ana there's never a leaf nor u blade toe
mean
TO be some happy creatures palace:
The little bird SITS at his door IN the sun.
Atilt like n blossom among the leaves,
Aud lets his illumincd being o'erruu
With the delugc of summer IL receives:
His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings.
And the heart In her dumb breast iluttcrs
and sings:
He sings to the wide world and she to her
In the nice ear of nature which song is the
best -
At this time OF the year all hearts are
glad and mirth is everywhere to be
found; and
"Now the heart is so ful, that n drop o'crhlls It.
We ARE happy now because God will IT,"
There are days which occur at almost
any season OF the year when the world
reaches lie projection; when the air,
the heavenly bodies, and the earth make
a harmony as il nature would indulge
her offspring.
while summer with u matron grace
Retreats to Dryburgh's cooling shade,
Yet oft, delighted. stops to trace
The progress Of the spiky blade"
Now while everything lie at it's height
OF beauty and all are sending forth
sweet fragrance upon the summer air,
n feels like saying
Hail. old p~atrician trees SO great and good
Hall, ye. p%lebclan underwood
Where the poetic birds RE- )ice.
Ana Tor their quiet nests aud picuteUuS food
Pay with their grcatful voice.
Here nature does for mo ~ house erect
Nature, the wisest architect
Who those artists does dcspiSe.
That can the fair and living trees neglect,
Yet the dead timber prize"
Now like a shower that refreshes
every body and makes all feel as though
new life had entered; then like the
shadows that hover over tbs starry
spheres and the quiet darkness that
weeps in rainy tears. comes the summer.
How pleasant to mediate upon all these
things az one lies on the cottage cham.
Der bed and silently listens TO the soft
rain patterlng overhead.
Every tinklc on the shingles
Has M echo IN the heart
Aud u thousand dreamy fanCics
Into busy being start:
And II thousand rccullectiOnS
Weave their bright hues into woof
As ! III en- 10 the pHttcr
VI Inc rain upon the roof
In the morn the first thing enc hears
l. the eweet singing Of the birds in the
trees.
How pleasant the lfc of It hi 4 must be,
Putting ilrDu' in tlgt lttTN ttpp.
In the leaiy r. cs 80 hruud Hud tall.
Like n green rud beautiful uultcr hall,
WIN It's rtry chamber, light % Il boon.
TIM opcu uu'u sun and stars and moon
Ihut open unto 1ur bii.ht blue SIS
Ana u" iru1'NulC winds rs tloy wonder by.
they have 'cit their nests IN the forest bough [:
Thus" homes ui d"li.ht they need not now,
Ana the young ana the old, ~ they wander
out.
And 'roNfr'c the green world round nbout:
Ana hnrk, 40 iup of mis- lcniv na.l
How "t' II Tie slhcr they lpN iuply crll
Com" M. Come up they Seem 10 sny.
whefc iic %luiulusi iwies In Tie breeze, SWAY. =
llcrc 40 tlud natnr. 10 hs the great
criterion which dwarfs every other and
judges like IA god al men that come to
her.
We have crept out OF our close and