A Song Of Summer

[Always in your darkcBt hmir strivo to remember onr brightest. - J. 1'. JiichterJ] Bmg me a song of summer, Por my heart ia wintry sad, That glorious bright ncw-comer, Who niakes all nature glad ! Sing me a song of sunimer, Tliat the dark from the briglit niay lorrow, And the part in the ratliant whole of tiaingw May drown its little sorrow. Sing me a song of Bummer, When God walke fnrth in light, Aiül spreads His glowing manilo O'er the blank and th gray of night; And where He comea, His qnickening touch Revives the insens;ite dead, And the numbed and f rozen pulse of thiugs Beats niusic to His tread. Sing me a eong of sunimer, With his baunors Of goldou bloom, Tkat gloríeme brfgnt neW-com'èr. Who bears bleak winter'p doom, Witli banners of gold and of silver, And winers of rosy display, And vprduous power in his path, When he comes with the pridc of the JIiy: Wben he comes with his genial swecp O'er the barren and bare of the sceue, And maltes the still eartti to wave With an ocean of undulant green ; With flourish of leafy expansión, And boast of luxuriant blooin, And the level of life u it triumphs O'er the duet and deeay of the tomb. Sing me a song of sirmmer; O God ! what a glorious thing Is the march of thia mifility iifw-corifr AVith splendor of Ufe on liis wing I When he quiekens the pulse of creation, Aud maketh all feebleness strong, Till it spread into blossom of boaut, And burst into pasanB of song ! Sing me a song of summer! Though my heart be wintry and sad, The ihought of this blessed new-oomer Shall foster the germ of the glad. 'Neath the veil of my grief lef t me cherigh Thc.joy that shall rush iuto day, When the bane of the winter shall perisli In the pride and the power of the May. __. .. _