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Some sowing remains to be done in late years; and in forward ones, the weeds, which spring up abundantly in fields and gardens, require to be kept under. The hus. bandman now looks forward with anxious hope to the reward of his industry.
Be gracious, Heaven! for now laborious man
A MAY-DAY SONG.
Come out, come from cities,
For once your drudging stay;
To wrong this honoured day;
Your fathers met the May
Come be as wise as they ;
Believe me time was made
Far more than toil and trade;
And little short I hold
For daily bread when's sold
From court and busy street,
With songs the May to meet;
For, jests and laughter, care
The earth, the very air,
Of brooks that bubbling run
Lie happy in the sun ;
Where violets' hidden eyes
And gnats and burnished flies
In song the spring comes willing
To-day from out the grass ;
Earth's gladness as you pass ;
The thrush in copses nigh
Then leave your weary moiling,
Your desks and shops to-day ; 'Tis sin to waste in toiling
This jubilee of May.
Come, stretch you where the light
And spend, O rare delight !
Get up, get up! for shame; the blooming morn
See how Aurora throws her fair
Nay, not so much as out of bed,
When as a thousand virgins on this day,
Come ye, come ye, to the green, green wood;
Loudly the blackbird is singing,
Here ye may sleep
In the moss so deep,
And sweetly awake
As the sun through the brake
The quicken is tufted with blossom of snow,
And is throwing its perfume around it;
The jay's red breast
Peeps over her nest,
And the call of the pheasant
Is frequent and pleasant
"Instead of describing the progressive features of this lovely month," writes an author, who loves the country, "I shall rather say to every one that can, go out into the country and see them. See the village greens, where the May-poles once collected about them all the population of the place to rejoice. See the woods, to which the young people used to go out before daylight, a-Maying. See the fields, deep with
and flowers, where children in this beautiful holiday of Nature have from age to age run and gathered pinafores full of perishable beauty and fragrance. Pace the river sides, where poets bave walked, and mused on songs in honour of May. Sit on stiles, where lovers have sate, and dreamed that life was a May-month, to be followed by no autumn of care, no winter of death. Gaze on the clear sky, where, spite of death and care, the word—Immortality is written in the crystal dome of God. Enjoy that beauty which can come only from an eternal source of beauty; listen to that joy ringing from the throats of birds and the hum of insect wings-joy that must come from an eternal source of joy; and let the holiday heart strengthen itself in the assurance that all this scene of enjoyment is meant to be enjoyed, and not in vain.
Look at the gorgeous blossoms of the chesnut-tree ; see the lavish snow, which weighs down the hawthorn bough; gaze on the glory of the mountain-ash, the laburnum, the guelder-rose, and, at the latter end of the month, on the broad white flowers of the elder and the wayfaring tree; and feel that May comes but once a year, and will not give an hour more than is in her commission—no, not at the command of all the kings on earth.”
May is come, and May is flying;
Yes, truly before this sweet May is flown, let us bathe our hearts in delicious May sunshine; let us bind up a fragrant garland from the poets ; let us listen to the chorus of human and feathered minstrels.
And first to the Laureate.
You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear;
I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake,
Little Effie shall go with me to-morrow to the green,
gray, And I'm to be queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be queen o' the May.
The night-winds come and go, mother, upon the meadow-grass,
them seem to brighten as they pass ;