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MAY. 



hues, or is white with waving umbels. A 

 passing gale awakens a scene of lively anima- 

 tion. The massy foliage of trees swings hea- 

 vily, the boughs of the hawthorn wave with all 

 their loads of fragrant bloom, and snowy um- 

 belliferous plants toss on the lea like foam on 

 the stormy ocean. Now sweet poesy, 



Let thy happy votary roam, 

 For the green earth is his home, 

 When the tree-tops are besnowed 

 With the blossoms' gorgeous load, 

 And the forest's verdant pall 

 Shrouds the missel in her hall ; 

 In the hawthorn's pleasant boughs, 

 Where a thousand blithe birds house. 

 When the meadows are brimful 

 Of all flowers that children pull, 

 Saxifrages, cardamines, 

 Kingcup which in deep gold shines ; 

 Dandelion with globe of down, 

 The school-boy's clock in every town, 

 Which the truant puffs amain 

 To conjure lost hours back again. 

 Then, 'tis then I love to meet 

 Thy true son's way-faring feet, 

 As I have, ere now, descried 

 By the thunderous falls of Clyde ; 

 Or where bright Loch Katrine fills 

 Such a space, between such hills, 

 As no lake beside it may, 

 Since Eden's waters passed away. 



