Blrds are busy on the bough; Li ti n how thi y All the world is merry now In the arras of spring. Twinkling blossoms n the spray, Trembling stars above, How they gladden, hearing May Whibper suftly, I .Tickle April gono at last ; Doubt with her haa flown. May and Hopo returned and fast Calling to their own. In her garden bower the roso Slip.s u vclvct lovo ; 3omo one calla her - woll she knowa 'Tis the voice of Love ! On tho Tine the gentle gales Kiss the biids awako. Drowsy violeta iu tho vales All their dreams forstike. Back on BhisinK piuions fleet Fliea her faithful dove With May 's message, strange and sweet, With yor mesaaim. Lovo.