I sent you my little poemEditorial Note: This is probably Mary Baker Eddy’s poem, “June.” It was printed on page 54 of the June 1886 Christian Science Journal and later reprinted, with slight revisions, on page 390 Eddy’s Miscellaneous Writings 1883-1896Mary Baker Eddy, Miscellaneous Writings 1883-1896390:1June
 Whence are thy wooings, gentle June?
390:3Thou hast a Naiad’s charm;
 Thy breezes scent the rose’s breath;
 Old Time gives thee her palm.
390:6The lark’s shrill song doth wake the dawn:
 The eve-bird’s forest flute
 Gives back some maiden melody,
390:9Too pure for aught so mute.
 The fairy-peopled world of flowers,
 Enraptured by thy spell,
390:12Looks love unto the laughing hours,
 Through woodland, grove, and dell;
 And soft thy footstep falls upon
390:15The verdant grass it weaves;
 To melting murmurs ye have stirred
 The timid, trembling leaves.
390:18When sunshine beautifies the shower,
 As smiles through teardrops seen,
 Ask of its June, the long-hushed heart,
390:21What hath the record been?
 And thou wilt find that harmonies,
 In which the Soul hath part,
390:24Ne’er perish young, like things of earth,
 In records of the heart.. in a crude state– just as it was first formed. I've improved it a bit and send this last copy