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Who comes with Summer to this earth And owes to June her day of birth, With ring of Agate on her hand, Can health, wealth, and long life command.

Do you recall that night in June Upon the Danube River; We listened to the landler-tune, We watched the moonbeams quiver.

I gazed upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round, And thought that when I came to lie At rest within the ground, 'Twere pleasant, that in flowery June When brooks send up a cheerful tune, And groves a joyous sound, The sexton's hand, my grave to make, The rich, green mountain-turf should break.

What joy have I in June's return? My feet are parched--my eyeballs burn, I scent no flowery gust; But faint the flagging zephyr springs, With dry Macadam on its wings, And turns me "dust to dust."

June falls asleep upon her bier of flowers; In vain are dewdrops sprinkled o'er her, In vain would fond winds fan her back to life, Her hours are numbered on the floral dial.

And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays.

No price is set on the lavish summer; June may be had by the poorest comer.

So sweet, so sweet the roses in their blowing, So sweet the daffodils, so fair to see; So blithe and gay the humming-bird a going From flower to flower, a-hunting with the bee.

It is the month of June, The month of leaves and roses, When pleasant sights salute the eyes And pleasant scents the noses.