Oh! what is so rare as a day in June?

Then, if ever, come perfect days;

Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,

And over it softly her warm ear lays:

Whether we look, or whether we listen,

We hear life murmur, or see it glisten.

Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it,

We are happy now because God wills it.

No matter how barren the past may have been,

'Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green.

-James Russell Lowell