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Then comes the Queen of May,
To hold her court and sway,
 While gallant blades salute the maids,
And whisper secrets gay.

Love is the song all Nature sighs,
While peace gleams in each maiden’s eyes,
 Youth is for joy alway!
The laughing rose and lily fair
Their fragrance shed upon the air,
 As though ’twere ever May.

As the Poets went on their happy way, the last one to depart turned to where Maude was standing, and though he could not possibly see her, said gently:—

O grant you, little maiden, your thoughts be aye
sincere,
 Your dreams turn into actions,
Your pleasures know no sear:
 Your life be flowers and sunshine,
Your days be free from tear.

How happy it made her! And what beauti-