There Lives a Glory in These Sweet June Days

June

There lives a glory in these sweet June days 
Such as I found not in the days gone by, 
A kindlier meaning in the unclouded sky, 
A tenderer whisper in the woodland ways; 
And I have understanding of the lays, 
The birds are singing, forasmuch as I 
Have learned how love avails to satisfy 
A man's whole heart, and fills his lips with praise. 

—Percy C. Ainsworth (1873-1909)