Impressions 



somely alive. Not alone the singing of the 

 forty different birds that I have seen, but the 

 undertone or thrill of earth's renewed activity. 

 Insects in the grass, frogs in the water, the 

 breeze that toys with the baby leaves, these are 

 the constant sounds that are unheeded and un- 

 heard if our thoughts continually revert to the 

 town, but speafc in no uncertain way if we have 

 ears to hear and a will to heed their message. 

 May hath pithy speech, yet plain. No vague in- 

 timations are hers, but all is of clear intent. 



Innocent as the blossom, joyous as the bird, 

 earnest as earth's manifold activities, this is 

 she who wishes only that they who ramble 

 abroad this day may be like unto her and so 

 remain. 



What more detestable than wet days in May? 

 What ought to be, is not. What is, ought not 

 to be. Let the rain come in the night, if it 

 must, and then make way for sunshine. Such 

 is the thought of the average healthy man. 



Now that a recent May has passed into his- 

 tory, I am inclined to take back all that I have 

 ever said in favor of the month. Like the cor- 



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