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Invocation to Summer
by
W. M. MacKeracher


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Come, Summer, come, nor in the south delay;
We do thee honor with a longer day;
We prize thee more, we better know thy worth;
We hold thee dearer in the truer north:
             Come, Summer, come.

Come, Summer, come, and in the early dawn
Find sparkling dewdrops on the fragrant lawn;
Hush all before thy majesty at noon,
And hallow the long evening hours; come soon,
             Come, Summer, come.

Come, Summer, come, make meadow grasses long;
Make all the groves exuberant with song,
The pasture corners canopy with shades,
And thickly roof the silent forest glades:
             Come, Summer, come.

Come, Summer, come, and with thy magic breath
Make consummation of the death of death;
Complete the work of thy sweet sister, Spring;
Life more abundantly give everything:
             Come, Summer, come.


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Jancan:
I LOVE it--including every "thee" and "thy"! Great choice for the day, Jayne. Janice
Posted 05/29/2017 06:37 PM
Phyllis Beckman:
As Dr. Seuss so famously wrote, "Oh, the Places You'll Go!"
Posted 05/29/2017 04:17 PM


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