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A Recipe For Summer

A RECIPE FOR SUMMER

By Mary Dow Brine

What is summer made of?
Of opening buds and flowers;
Of sunshine and of shadow,
And gracious little showers,
Of birds that in the tree-tops
Sing sweetly all the day;
Of buttercups and daisies,
And breath of new-mown hay.

 

Of butterflies that hover
O’er every fragrant rose;
Of bees that gather honey
Where the honeysuckle grows.
Of brooks that murmur softly,
And thro’ the meadows glide:
Of shadows shifting gently
Adown the mountain-side.

 

Of rainbows after showers,
Of starlight nights so still;
Of moonbeams shimmering softly
O’er every brook and rill.
Of mornings dawning sweetly
O’er dew-wet grass and flowers,
Oh! summer time is only
A life of golden hours!

The Awakening

THE AWAKENING

By Mary Dow Brine

How fair it comes, the wonderful hour
When nature from sleep awakes,
And over the face of the earth at last
A newborn gladness breaks!
The stars grow pale in the shadowy sky,
And over the mountains creep
The mists that are part of the waking world,
And part of the earth’s sweet sleep.
The restless birds in the tree-tops high
Are shaking their wings at last,
And chirp, and twitter their songs of praise,
As the dawn comes on so fast.
But who can tell of the wondrous charm,
When over the distant hills
The day’s bright king in his glory comes
And the earth with radiance fills?
Now scatter, ye mists, from the mountain-side,
And die in the sky’s soft blue;
For the dawn has passed, and the day is here,
With its light and joy so true.