O June, thou art beautiful as ever!
Nature’s wrought in her wondrous way
A dream reverie of lilies and roses
Wherever we wander to-day.
Breathing up so tenderly everywhere
A fragrance subtly sweet,
Where the soft, low winds kiss the sunny hills,
And the waves fall down at our feet.

But woman is fairer and sweeter still,
And divine as a spirit dream;
And claiming all homage and tenderness,
And to reign in man’s heart supreme.
Thus, crowned in her perfect loveliness,
All alight are her witching eyes;
And peeping therein we dream, aye, we dream,
Of the angels in paradise.

O winsome woman! this lovely June day
More fair than the roses in bloom,
Or lilies that ope by the purling stream,
That fade from our life’s way too soon,
We pay thee court, we acknowledge thy sway,
We lay all we have at thy feet;
The cottage is home, and the mansion ’s alight,
When blest by thy presence so sweet.

When the heart would faint in the battle of life,
And our strength and our courage would fail,
We are roused by thee to a nobler strife,
And again the foe we assail.
And if thou art true and point us the way,
We face all opposing powers;
Though the fight be grievous and sorely long,
The vict’ry will surely be ours.