Give God thanks in the summertime,
for there's never a fairer clime
to fall in love... young or old!
Romance in July is rapture untold:
Wandering through a forest glade
to imaginary notes of a sweet serenade
is fascination and joy to remember
stepping up the Aisle in late September.

by Joyce Hemsley

Other poems of HEMSLEY (1921)

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