BY (REV.) T. L. DRURY.
Out where nature is so smiling,
Oh, there, I love to be;
There her ways are so beguiling,
And comforting to me.
So in this lovely month of June,
When nature fairest seems,
I love to watch the summer moon
Reflect its silver beams.
The scenes are all so pleasure giving
In virgin fields of green,
They teach that life is worth our living
Where nature is serene.
Who would not love to stroll these days
With nature to commune,
For beautiful are all her ways
Now in the month of June.
To me she is an open book,
Whose thoughts uplifting are;
Each flowery field and silver brook
Speak forth her glories far.
Hence God and life and nature seem
To here in splendor shine;
It all may be to me a dream
But then it's so divine.
So in the spirit do I sing,
And nature gives the tune,
For heaven blesses ev'rything
Here in the month of June!
And, oh, were men but closer drawn
To nature's living way,
There then would be a glad new morn,
And love would rule the day.
Troy Times. June 6, 1917
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