Praise

For the light haze on the mountain
And the fair blue of the sky
Where fleecy clouds, like distant ships,
Are calmly sailing by;
For the wealth of ripened berries
Hidden in the grasses tall,
And the nameless charm of summer
That casts a spell on all;
For fresh dawns and dewy evenings
And the heat of the sultry noon;
For the morning songs of sparrows
And the thrush's vesper tune;
For the scent of countless blossoms
Borne upon the cooling breeze;
For the sounds of the busy mowers
And the drowsy hum of bees;
For all your gifts of beauty
Which charm the ear and eye,
We bring to you our truest praise,
O lovely summertime well-nigh.

~ Alice E. Charles