August

August is laughing when breezes blow,
And playing her music high and low.
Sweet Echo catches her laugh of glee;
She sends out a call to you and me:
“O come to the woods, for bright is the day;
For skies are blue and the clouds roll away.
Come, for the world is merry and gay;
Come and be happy, too!”

August is laughing; now can’t you hear
Her care-free laugh on the sunny air;
In flowering thickets, in shallows cool,
Where swallows are skimming a mountain pool?
“O come to the woods, where her breath is sweet,
As the blossoms bloom neath her dancing feet;
Where earth and sky in a glad joy meet,
Come and be happy, too!”

– Circa 1929

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