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From the June 1886 issue of The Christian Science Journal

This poem was later republished in Miscellaneous Writings 1883-1896:  Mis 390:1-25

Whence are thy wooings, gentle June?  Thou hast a Naiad's charm; Thy breezes scent the rose's breath;   Old Time gives thee his palm. The lark's shrill song doth wake the dawn;   The eve-bird's forest flute Gives back some maiden melody,   Too pure for aught so mute.