A Song of Summer

List! 'tis the sony of Summer,
Hark to its wondrous strain,
There are scents and singing breezes
And bright hours in her train;
There's a-whispering in the flowers,
Therer's a rustling in the trees,
For Delight, the laughing Herald,
Hastens hither on the breeze,

She is coming o'er the meadows,
She is scattering as she goes,
Golden Kowhai, flaming Rata,
Clematis and Crimson Rose.
All the birds have tuned their voices,
They will welcome her with song,
And the brooks are singing gaily
That the time will not be long.

The golden stars are laughing,
They are dancing in the sky,
And the air is filled with music,
As the Springtime passes by.
We must go with songs and garlands,
Ere the divining of the day,
To welcome radiant summer,
Lest she turn and fly away.

—J.M.