8o IValks in New England 



MAY SONG 



Within her springy copses hid 



Wakes slowly the dear life of earth, 



Each blossom as it opes its lid 

 Englories its enchanting birth, 



Sweet is the bud, and rich amid 



The springing green the blossom s worth. 



The world smiles on the ardent day ; 



It is the open face of Spring, 

 The faithful tenderness of May, 



That coaxes all the birds to sing. 

 What gracious heart could fail to say 



Let all with earth s winged chorus sing ! 



