I  love  you.  May,  I  love  you.  May,

In  all  your  wealth  and  glory,
I  love  you,  May,  I  love  you.  May,

You  crown  the  mountains  hoary ;
I  love  your  tune,  I  love  your  tune,

Your  rarest  scent  of  flowers,
You  sing  and  cradle  baby  June

In  Nature's  Lydian  bowers.
You  woo  the  breezes  from  the  hill,

The  maidens  rich  and  chary.
The  song  from  brook  and  meadow  rill,

Wliile  baby  June  you  carry ;
"And  by  low  baby,  by  low  by,

O  June  my  rosy  darling,
Tou.have  the  love-laugh  in  your  eye,

The  song  of  rarest  starling!''

And  by  low  baby,  soft  and  low,

Is  falling  with  the  hours.
While  little  breezes  come  and  go

Across  the  choral  flowers ;
My  lovely  June,  my  lovely  June!

My  beauty  rarest  given,
Tlie  death  of  May  may  jar  your  tune.
You  cherub  fresh  from  heaven.
^Longfellow.
BY  SUGAR  RIVER,  1»57

That  May  and  June  might  hand  in  hand

Go  tripping  on  together,
With  Eden  8i)riiigs,  a  llowered  land,

The  rarest  kind  of  weather ;
With  smile  and  sunshine,  and  the  love,

Of  spotless  youth  and  maiden.
Relief  to  those  not  won  above,

To  those  too  heavy  laden.
BY  SUGAR  RIVER.
By  Sugar  River's  Itlied  shore

I  wandered  with  my  Sadie,
And  starlight  rays  did  softly  pour.
The  Luna  Queen,  my  lady ;
Our  hearts  were  free,  and  softly  flew

The  moments  in  the  gloaming,
But  love  was  there,  and  bannered  blue

A  palace  for  our  roaming.
Oh  who  wouhl  be  a  titled  lord

In  formal  wealth  disporting.
On  Sugar  River's  flowered  sod

Fd  rather  be  a-courting;
No  wealth  to  keep  us  from  our  sleep,

For  night's  the  poorman's  season.
And  he  that  has  his  gold  to  keep.
Finds  sleep  a-playing  treason.
Our  heart^s  are  beating  with  the  tide.
