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Behold, now, where the pageant of high June / Halts in the glowing noon! / The trailing shadows rest on plain and hill; / The bannered hosts are still, / While over forest crown and mountain head / The azure tent is spread.
The song is hushed in every woodland throat; / Moveless the lilies float; / Even the ancient ever-murmuring sea / Sighs only fitfully; / The cattle drowse in the field-corner's shade; / Peace on the world is laid.
It is the hour when Nature's caravan, / That bears the pilgrim Man / Across the desert of uncharted time / To his far hope sublime, / Rests in the green oasis of the year, / As if the end drew near.
Ah, traveller, hast thou naught of thanks or praise / For these fleet halcyon days? -- / No courage to uplift thee from despair / Born with the breath of prayer? / Then turn thee to the lilied field once more! / God stands in his tent door.