"You may watch," said she, "Watch and see if any one comes." Soon a kind lady came along. She saw the little baby among the reeds. "You dear little baby!" said she, How did you get here? I will take you home with me." “I have found a little baby," said the lady. "Do you know any one who would help take care of him?" The little girl ran and got her mamma. Do you know the baby's name? A DAY IN JUNE. And what is so rare as a day in June? The flush of life may well be seen The buttercup catches the Sun in its chalice, The little bird sits at his door in the Sun, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing The breeze comes whispering in our ear That dandelions are blossoming near, That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing, That the robin is plastering his house hard by; For other couriers we should not lack; We could guess it all by yon heifer's lowing. --The Vision of Sir Launfal (Lowell). |