June Twenty-Ninth
His trumpet-tones re-echoed like
Evangels to the free,
Where Chimborazo views the world
Mosaic’d in the sea;
And his proud form shall stand erect
In that triumphal car
Which bears to the Valhalla gates
Heroic Bolivar!
James Ryder Randall
Henry Clay dies, 1852
June Thirtieth
Yes, there’s a charm about the name of Mary
Which haunts me like some old enchanter’s spell,
Or rather like the voice of some sweet fairy,
Singing low love-songs in a lonely dell.
It hath a music that can never weary,
A strain that seems of love and grief to tell,
The echoes of an anthem from the shrine
Of peace, and bliss, and rest, and love divine.
William Woodson Hendree
Robert E. Lee marries Mary Page Custis, great-granddaughter of Martha Washington, 1831
July
A SUMMER SHOWER