It is not one of these;
Yet they are treasures dear to me,
And never fail to please.
O, it is looks and tones of love,
From those I love the best,
That follow me when I do right;
These make me happiest!
June.
June is the first of the summer months, and it is, in our climate, the brightest and pleasantest of the year. The poet Thomson describes it as the season when