Invocation To Summer.

Come, Summer, come, nor in the south delay;         We do thee honor with a longer day;         We prize thee more, we better know thy worth;         We hold thee dearer in the truer north:                     Come, Summer, come.         Come, Summer, come, and in the early dawn         Find sparkling dewdrops on the fragrant lawn;         Hush all before thy majesty at noon,         And hallow the long evening hours; come soon,                     Come, Summer, come.         Come, Summer, come, make meadow grasses long;         Make all the groves exuberant with song,         The pasture corners canopy with shades,         And thickly roof the silent forest glades:                     Come, Summer, come.         Come, Summer, come, and with thy magic breath         Make consummation of the death of death;         Complete the work of thy sweet sister, Spring;         Life more abundantly give everything:                     Come, Summer, come.