June! And the fields all basking in the heat!
June! With its flowers and blossoms sweet!
Cloud ships above, their shadows sail below;
And streams kiss banks where willows grow.
Where willows grow and stately poplars stand
I walk and listen to the music bland –
The ripple of the river, the wind’s croon,
That so remind me of another June.
A June when I was full of sanguine hopes
That nerved me to attempt the rugged slopes
That rose ahead, and every obstacle
Standing between me and ambition’s hill.
Thank God for the dear face and sweeter smile
That nerved me most, and shortened every mile.
Still high above me towers ambition’s hill;
Yet glad am I – my love is with me still.