May

The world hafl h i vl, Every tree now And on the wiaga ai' ril] tho .. Sweit odors fluM Rtwe íiní white the wavos of b'osso-ms, Soff'v ro'.l i Au;! ver TEait n ffi . . y to the ground. Tb? "- ■:.; has b i ned, ;. i O'cr the soft and yielliu'i mo Daintly o - ■■ I ie ! Au 1 tho paiiüiea n the . With thoir woridrous, raournful eyes, Se-ni telling tragic ifories 7ó tlie stars up i:i the skies.J The worl'! has hlossome'í. blos?oined, ( J .;■ ■ ■ , . ■. - Avi tne f ■■■■ -lor, Üéarn ii, v, i And tho regal lilao h i Cast their inoenae far .round, Whüe the solden dandeliona, Gem and star the co:niïion ground. Oh, in thia month of blossoms, Hèart, how can we be sad ? Let us dash asi le the rain of tears, And with the world be Let us 'cave the purple siilendors OL the roval vean behiad, And feel that, though the bost is past, Some good we yet may find. 0 blossoms, Sweet May blossoms, There is promise in your touch, Tet I weep a little when f feel I havo asked of üfe too much. And when I think of all tho hopes I liave buried 'neath your snows, 1 Jcnow that none are lef fc me Half, halt so aweet as those. . 7