JUNE, 1917
The road runs green again, my friend,
That yesterday lay white,
And shadows deep as violets
Are washed away in light.
For northward mounts the eagle sun,
And Spring in silver sheen
Has set some blood-red flowers aflame
Along the road grown green.
The bugle's note, the robin's note,
A trio make with June,
And laughing Life, and ardent Death,
They will be wedding soon.
But O, the splendor of the way!
And O, the magic sheen
That hath enmeshed God's flower-of-love
Along the road of green!
Warwick Bro's & Rutter, Limited,
Printers and Bookbinders, Toronto, Canada.