JUNE. "Now have young April and the blue-eyed May And in the strength of youth shall soon decay." PROCTOR. How beautiful is morning! It opens the nightfolded blossoms, bids the tuneful choir enliven the woodlands with their music, and summons man to his daily toil. "Oh! timely happy, timely wise, Hearts that with rising morn arise! New every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove; Through sleep and darkness safely brought, "New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray; H |