A DREAM OF SUMMER.

WEST wind and sunshine Braided together, What is the one sign But pleasant weather? Birds in the cherry-trees, Bees in the clover; Who half so gay as these All the world over? Violets among the grass, Roses regretting How soon the summer ’ll pass,— Next year forgetting. Buds sighing in their sleep, “Summer, pray grant us Youth, that its bloom will keep Fragrance to haunt us!” Rivulets that shine and sing, Sunbeams abetting,— No more remembering Their frozen fretting. Sweet music in the wind, Sun in the showers; All these we’re sure to find In summer hours. Mary N. Prescott.