He lives wherever men to men

In perilous hours his words repeat;
Where clangs the forge, where glides the pen,
Where toil and traffic crowd the street;
And in whatever time or place

Earth's purest souls their purpose strengthen,
Down the broad pathway of the race
The shadow of his name shall lengthen.

E. C. Stedman.

JUNE.

"TIS Heaven alone that is given away,
'Tis only God may be had for the asking;
No price is set on the lavish summer;
June may be had by the poorest comer.

And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days.

Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays.

J. R. Lowell.

The bobolink has come, and, like the soul

Of the sweet season vocal in a bird,

Gurgles in ecstasy we know not what

Save June! Dear June! Now God be praised for

June!

J. R. Lowell.

Let him not boast who puts his armor on
As he who puts it off, the battle done.
Study yourselves; and most of all note well
Wherein kind Nature meant you to excel.
Not every blossom ripens into fruit.

June 2.

H. W. Longfellow.

Wisely, my son, while yet thy days are long,
And this fair change of seasons passes slow,
Gather and treasure up the good they yield, -
All that they teach of virtue, of pure thoughts
And kind affections, reverence for thy God
And for thy brethren; so when thou shalt come
Into these barren years, thou mayst not bring
A mind unfurnished, and a withered heart.
W. C. Bryant.

June 3.

Yet in her splendid strength, her eyes,
There lay the lightning of the skies.

A pent-up soul that sometimes grew
Impatient; why, she hardly knew.

Joaquin Miller.

The treasure sent

By God must not be idly spent.

Bayard Taylor.