Poem by Augusta Webster

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HARK the sky-lark in the cloud,
    Hark the cricket in the grass,
Trilling blitheness clear and loud,
    Chirping glee to all who pass.
Oh, the merry summer lay!
Earth and sky keep holiday.

Hear the leaves that kiss the air,
    Hear the laughter of the bees:
Who remembers winter care
    In the shining days like these?
Oh, the merry lay of June!
All our hearts are glad in tune.

1. Young May Sat Fainting and Chill
2. She Has Made Me Wayside Posies
3. 'Tis Hard
4. Choosing
5. Joy That's Half Too Keen, and True

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