WELCOME TO MAY
Charles Richards Dodge, "The Wheelman", May, 1883, p. 120.
 
SING the coming of the May!
Merry May.
Now the lark at morn is singing,
And the robin's note is ringing
Through the day.
In the fields the cobwebs glisten,
And the "May-bug" stops to listen,
As the crystal dew-drops fall
Down to earth, from spikelet tall,
At the break of day.
 
SING the coming of the May!
Blithesome May,
Waking Nature bows to duty;
Field and woodland bursts to beauty
Day by day.
Now the purple buds are swelling--
In a million hopes foretelling
Tender leaflet, floweret fair,--
Golden fruitage, rich, and rare,
For a coming day.
 
SING the coming of the May!
Cheery May.
Now the brooklet, laughing, leaping,
Turns to mirth sad April's weeping
All the day.
In the meadows kine are lowing;
On the uplands grain is growing,
Leaflets open one by one,
Reaching upwards to the sun,
From the common clay.
 
SING the coming of the day!
Beauteous May.
Let the voices of creation
Join in praise and adoration
God of day.
When the heart of nature, thrilling
At the touch of love, is filling
Earth with joy, and life, and light--
Rise in strength of manly might;
Mount and haste away!"

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