IN MIDSUMMER.

By Mrs. L. C. Whiton.

INTO silence of the morning's splendor

There is shaken a golden robin's dream;

Kissed by sunshine to divine surrender,

Bloom the snowy lilies in the stream;

Soft south winds the hidden wild flowers Woo;

And between the tangled leaves in view—

Hush! I see the Summer,

Summer, Summer floating through.

Climbs the sun, with ecstasy of shining,

From the blush of rising into gold;

And the river's heart, with close defining,

Tells the same sweet story it is told;

Hills are veiled in tender mists anew;

From the liquid skies' unshadowed blue-

Hush! I see the Summer,

Summer, Summer flooding through.