Помогите с переводом стихотворения (желательно с рифмой)

For stately trees in rich array,
For sunlight all the happy day,
For blossoms radiant and rare,
For skies when daylight closed,
For joyous, clear, outpouring song
From birds that all the green wood throng,
For all things young, and bright, and fair,
We praise thee, Month of rose!
For blue, blue skies of summer calm,
For fragrant odors breathing balm,
For quite, cooling shades where oft
The weary head reposes,
For brooklets babbling thro' the fields
Where Earth her choicest treasures yields,
For all things tender, sweet and soft,
We love tree, Month of Rose!