THE Vol. XXXVI.
MESSENGER MAY---JUNE, 1910
June Walter Jorgensen Young, '07. "What is so rare as a day in June," When birds and bees and 'shine and flowers, All while away the happy hours, 'nd the Universe seems all in tune. The silver-helmeted daisy hosts Are marshalled , winged in battle array, To meet, like Persians o' Grecian day, Gold-crested buttercup's vain boasts. And long the cool, sequestered lane, Where sun rays sport the fickle leaves In playful dodge with th' summer breeze,A mottled, kaleidoscopic screen, Like the glimmering smile on a baby's face, An innocent glint and spirituelle From pure and fragrant immortelle Of the aery, faery realms of space, I meet inhabitants of earth, All happy, ecstatic creature kind With work and care flung to the wind, All given up to blissful mirth. Ah, what so rare as a day in June, Save a maiden's heart and love-lit eye, Or welling, half-husht, tender sigh; For harp her heart and love the tune.
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