All the hedges are white with dust, and the great dog under the creaking wain

Hangs his head in the lazy heat, while onward the horses toil and strain.

The Golden Legend-4.

Very hot and still the air was,
Very smooth the gliding river,
Motionless the sleeping shadows:
Insects glistened in the sunshine,
Insects skated on the water,
Filled the drowsy air with buzzing,
With a far resounding war-cry.

Hiawatha-18.

And ever and anon the wind,
Sweet-scented with the hay,

Turned o'er the hymn-book's fluttering leaves
That on the window lay.

A Gleam of Sunshine.

This life of ours is a wild æolian harp of many a joy

ous strain.

The Golden Legend-4.

Dream-like the waters of the river gleam;
A sailless vessel drops adown the stream,
And like it, to a sea as wide and deep,
Thou driftest gently down the tides of sleep.

July 2.

To a Child.

God sent his messenger the rain,
And said unto the mountain brook,
"Rise up, and from thy caverns look,
And leap, with naked, snow-white feet,
From the cool hills into the heat,

Of the broad arid plain.'

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The Golden Legend-Epilogue.

July 3.

Her hair

Is like the summer tresses of the trees,
When twilight makes them brown.

The Spirit of Poetry.

And all men loved him for his modest grace,

And comeliness of figure and face.

Tales of a Wayside Inn-Emma and Eginhard.

July 2.

July 3.

Hope still guided them on, as the magic Fata Morgana Showed them her lakes of light, that retreated and

vanished before them.

Evangeline-4.

He came forth to the freshness
Of the pleasant summer morning,
All the birds were singing gaily,
All the streamlets flowing swiftly.

July 5.

Hiawatha-16.

All through life there are wayside inns,
Where man may refresh his soul with love;
Even the lowest may quench his thirst
At rivulets fed by springs from above.

The Golden Legend-4.

Everywhere about us are they glowing,
Some like stars to tell us Spring is born;
Others, their blue eyes with tears o'erflowing,
Stand, like Ruth, amid the golden corn.

July 6.

Flowers.

Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the surface,

Is as the tossing buoy, that betrays where the anchor

is hidden,

Therefore trust to thy heart.

Evangeline-Part 2, 2.

He was a man of honour, of noble and generous nature. The Courtship of Miles Standish-3.