MAY
May, gladsome May, with flower-shod feet,
Comes dancing o'er earth's spacious em'rald floor,
And 'round her brow the golden sunbeams meet,
To crown her with a halo, as of yore!
Her merry laugh is heard through all the halls
Of Earth, her song is echoed in the woods;
Her presence all of Nature's joy, recalls;—
The year is in its very best of moods!
And we, delighted with our winsome guest,
Would fain employ some means to guile her stay;
She gives to life itself an added zest,
And Time on angel's wings doth flee away!
Comes dancing o'er earth's spacious em'rald floor,
And 'round her brow the golden sunbeams meet,
To crown her with a halo, as of yore!
Her merry laugh is heard through all the halls
Of Earth, her song is echoed in the woods;
Her presence all of Nature's joy, recalls;—
The year is in its very best of moods!
And we, delighted with our winsome guest,
Would fain employ some means to guile her stay;
She gives to life itself an added zest,
And Time on angel's wings doth flee away!
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