The Bethlen Home Messenger, 1996 (1-3. szám)

1996-06-01 / 2. szám

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AUGUST

The yellow goldenrod is dressed In gala-day attire;

The glowing redweed by the fence Shines like a crimson fire;

And from the hot field's farthest edge The cricket's soft refrain With mellow accent tells the tale That August's here again.

The wild hop, from the young elm's bough, Sways on the languid breeze,

And here and there the autumn tints Gleam faintly through the trees.

All Nature helps to swell the song And chant the same refrain;

July and June have slipped away and August's here again.

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