O Word of green and shafts of golden sun; of nightly, silent silver moonlight; and the strange songs of gentle winds! O Time of dreams, and trysts, and olden memories come to life! Sweet summer, may I sing as thou, for every leaf of thine is pregnant with music in the soft winds, and every rose inspires the tenderness of song. I yield myself to the thousand enchantments of sky and field and wood, and play again like a child on the soft green of the earth. And as the God of the universe has made thee to bloom in tenderness, so also may my heart be made to bloom again.