WELCOME TO SUMMER
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WELCOME TO SUMMER
The south wind returns with a gentle caress And it kisses the lakelets' bright weaves; And softly it moans in low musical tones As it sighs through the mystical caves. Sweet Summer is waiting to welcome the rose, Who is queen of the flowery band—In regal robes new and jewels of dew She with majestic grace will command.
Drowsy and low is the hum of the bees As the nectar they sip from the bloom; The rivulet courses, all nature rejoices, For Winter is laid in the tomb. Gaily among the green arches the birds Pour forth their thanksgiving in song; Their clear, mellow notes in pure cadence floats As the echoing gale sweeps along.
The hillside with blushes lifts up its fair head In its verdurous beauty so proud; And the flower-faces gleam as a loving sunbeam Wafts down from the light fleecy cloud.
