Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1903-06-11
JUNETIME AND MEMORIES.
Every Man and Woman of Us All
Has Felt the Thrill of 1t,
Known It's Unspeakable
and DeliriOus Hap
piness.

Heavy With honey n deW;
June, and the reeds and the rushes,
Slender ard litheSOme and long;
June, and the larks and the thrushes
Singing their happiest song.
June, and the rose in her beauty
Making an Eden again;
June, and desire is duty
Growing the wishes Of men;
June, in her leaves and her laces
Gladdening the earth with a
smile;
June, and the gods and the Graces
Dwelling with mortals awhile"
With the expanding splendOr of
the Junetime come many memories
that gladden. like a bar of some for
gotten music breaking in upon the
senses in a strange land.
Like the Angelus bell at eventide
upon the summit of an old-world
mountain, where through a thousand
years and centuries more it has sum-
moned the faithful to pray wherever
its sweetly solemn notes should touch
ears that hear and reach hearts that
adore, SO the bells of the June time
are ringing low and sweet to every
one of us, man OF woman, who has
loved or been loved,-ringing, ring
ing, ringing.
About the flowers and trees and
green grass, in all the opuient wealth
of garden and field and forest, with
tic M ' +1f1-1i- NJ xyosoo, that a-O ~,
nameable and irresistibly seductive.
there are the fair Wraiths Of t.irer
joys that passed with -" -n't,u
glory Of other Junetin..~ ~nen *
heart beat quicker and * ru.7tant-
ly; and in tie Wild ecsiavN of a>t4.-
ing love and confidence the world
seemed Ill supreme hour ii tNu'ta-
ton a. rol. Ironj untttl du>ttuuy
feet, ai.'i W. made for 1T" shining
pathway of the STAR.
There was joy, and H.is: beating
of the air in tumultuou> H.; vows
sworn that were never l., ~ kept;
covenants made to be brukeI; kisse~
in which there was no sting Of
wrong or improperly.
Every man and woman of US all
has felt the thrill of it, known its
~unspeakale and delirious happiness,
and with the coming of every June
time of SOLDERING years we hold the
memory of it closer in the sanctuary
Of our spirits and give praise that it
is ours to remember.
So youth and maiden go to-day
across the rosy way Of this splendid
June-the young gods and the
Graces:
June, and the gods and the Graces
Dwelling with mortals awhile.
Not one of US can tread the warn
earth of the splendid June and not
feel in the heart and in the limbs its
renewing vitality, its i~nvigorating
magic that makes life more beauti-
full and attunes the spirit to the !
mighty anthem of natures orchestra |
ringing in the boundless Cathedral
of space where God is the preacher,
forever preaching that Love which
is Himself.
The stars are brighter in the night, |
the sky is deeplier, darklier blue and
sweeter and nobler understood as a
mystery of many meanings and of
many promises of the Great Giver
who arched ii above us and set the
stars and spun the rainbow, ali pro-
foundry symbolical to mortals Who
have eyes to look aloft and minds to
comprehend the eternal mystery that
is Love and Life.
The blue glory bends lower toward
benediction in the jubilee of the year,
and it seems as if a winged worshiper
from Gods first temple, the green
trees, might soar thither in hour of
dawn and leave its wings in that up
per deep of rest.
The flowers are sweeter and more
tropically arm and luxuriant, and
as children and women gather them
they gather joy and delight which
inspire to harmony and make music
that is praise the livelong day and in
the shadows of glorifed night. f;
Bright, beautiful flowers. sweet
messengers of love, sent by a bene-,
fcept Father to cheer and gladden.
existence! Each petal is a tiny scroll,
inscribed with holy truth, lessons
that around the heart should keep
fresh the dews of youth.