Bright is this day of smiling June,

When nature's voice is all atune

In music's swelling flow, to sing

Sweet songs of praise to nature's king.

From azure heights the lark's loud song

Is borne the balmy breeze along;

The robin tunes his sweetest strain,

And blithely sings his glad refrain

Of summer days and summer joys;

The tawny thrush his voice employs,

In chorus with the warbling throng,

To fill his measure of the song.

The river, too, with rippling flow,

As it winds through its banks below,

And leaps and plays in merry glee,

O'er rocky bed, 'neath grassy lea,

Or silent glides through sylvan shade,

To laugh again in sunny glade,

Sends back its murm'ring voice to swell

The music of each lovely dell,

Where Flora decks with brilliant sheen

The virgin sward of velvet green.