A Midsummer Day

Play it Orange


by Dora Goodale

What is so sweet as a midsummer day,
When no sound greets the ear save a bird’s
happy lay,
Or the rustling of leaves as the wind passes thro’;
When the earth is so green, and the sky is so blue!
When the swallows in ecstasy dart thro’ the air,
When the breeze is so pure, and the flowers are so
When the grain is so golden, the farmer so gay,
O what can compare with a midsummer day!

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