Maia

Wreathed with a crown of fragrant hawthorn flow'rs, Kluahed with the roseate pink of Summer's dawn, 5weet Maia rises from hor flowery-couoh, And veils her white limba from the glowing Mora. Bashf ui she flashes 'neath the ardent rays Of th' amorous Sun-god pouring from above, As fair bride veileth from her bridegroom's gaze Her bluBhing face, hidiug her conscious love. The cherry orchards bend 'neath flower-Bnow, And mid their bloom with apple-blossom blent The rosy-breaated bullfinoh gleeaome pipes The heart's sweet carol oL a glad costent. Clothed are the meadows in pure robe of green - The green of Spring's unsulliod lovelmess - And yellow buttercups thick aprinkled o'er. Are golden button's to the beauteous dress. The blackcap sings in the clematis porch; The first pink roses blow beneath the thatch ; The peaoock-buttertly o'er tulip beds Flits open-winged and eager-eyed to eatch Each drop of honey nectar as it falls From dew-lipped Mom into the epangled bells; Crimson-eyed orohids gem the daisied meads, And valley-lillies whiten all the deus. The active working of returning life, A wake, astir, in every leaflet shows; The flow'rB we pluck, nor of the serpent dream The thorns we heed not whilst we grasp the rose. Take we then thankf ully the f east we find Opiotfl for her guests upon kind Nature s breaat, 8eize from each evil what we can of good. And to the All-WÍBe humbly leave the rest.