MAY QUOTATIONS 



1. The spacious firmament on high, 

 With all the blue ethereal sky, 



And spangled heavens, a shining 



frame, 

 Their great Original proclaim. 



Addison. 



2. The Spring is here the delicate footed 



May, 

 With its slight fingers full of leaves 



and flowers, 



And with it comes a thirst to be away, 

 In lovelier scenes to pass these sweeter 



hours. Willis. 



3. There's no dearth of kindness 

 In this world of ours ; 

 Only in our blindness 



We gather thorns for flowers. 



Massey. 



4. Education alone can conduct us to that 

 enjoyment which is, at once, best in 

 quality and infinite in quantity. 



Mann. 



5. It is the season now t6 go 

 About the country high and low, 

 Among the lilacs hand in hand, 

 And two by two in fairyland. 



Stevenson. 



6. It is by presence of rnjnd in untried 

 emergencies that the native metal of a 

 man is tested. Lowell. 



7. When the fight begins within himself, 

 A man's worth something. 



Browning. 



8. Among the changing months, May 



stands confest 



The sweetest, and in fairest colors 

 dressed. Thomson. 



9. The Hawthorn whitens, and the juicy 



Groves 



Put forth their buds, unfolding by de- 

 grees, 



Till the whole leafy Forest stands dis- 

 played, 



In full luxuriance, to the sighing gales. 

 Thomson. 



10. Clever men are good, but they are not 

 the best. Carlyle. 



11. Worth, courage, honor, these indeed 

 Your sustenance and birthright are. 



Stedman. 



12. And watch the gold air and the silver 



fade, 



And the last bird fly into the last light. 

 Rossetti. 



13. When April steps aside for May, 

 Like diamonds all the rain-drops glis- 

 ten ; 



Fresh violets open every day ; 

 To some new bird each hour we listen. 

 Larcom. 



14. Every one is the son of his own works. 



Cervantes. 



15. A Lady with a lamp shall stand 

 In the great history of the land, 



A noble type of good, 

 Heroic womanhood. 

 Longfellow, of Florence Nightingale. 



16. Hail, bounteous May, that doth inspire 

 Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; 

 Woods and groves are of thy dressing, 

 Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. 



Milton. 



17. That's the wise thrush; he sings each 



song twice over, 

 Lest you should think he never could 



recapture 

 The first fine, careless rapture ! 



Browning. 



18. We'll lie in the shades 



Of the flow'r-covered glades, 

 And hear what the primroses say. 

 McLachlan. 



19. A soft answer turneth away wrath; 

 but grievous words stir up anger. 



Bible. 



20. Spring, with a mantle made of the gold 



held close in a sunbeam's heart, 

 Thrown over her shoulders bonnie and 

 bare see the sap in the great trees 

 start ! Blewett. 



21. Spring's last-born darling, clear-eyed, 



sweet, 

 Pauses a moment, with white twinkling 



feet, 



And golden locks in breezy play, 

 Half teasing and half tender, to repeat 

 Her song of "May." Coolidge. 



22. Then came fair May, the fairest maid 



on ground, 

 Deck'd all with dainties of the season's 



pride, 

 And throwing flowers out of her lap 



around. Spenser. 



23. Charity and personal force are the only 

 investments worth anything. 



Whitman. 



24. One voice, one people, one in heart, 

 And soul, and feeling, and desire. 



Sangster. 



25. So nigh is grandeur to our dust, 

 So near is God to man, 



When Duty whispers low, Thou must, 

 The youth replies, I can. Emerson. 



26. Down in the budding woods unseen, 

 Amid mosses green, 



The fair hepatica wakes to meet 

 The hastening feet. Machar. 



27. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the 



coming of the Lord : 

 He is trampling out the vintage where 



the grapes of wrath are stored : 

 He hath loosed the fateful lightning of 



his terrible swift sword : 

 His truth is marching on. 



Julia Ward Howe. 

 2,8. You may break, you may shatter the 



vase if you will, 

 But the scent of the roses will hang 



round it still. , Moore. 



29. I know not what course others may 

 take, but as for me, give me liberty or 

 give me death. Patrick Henry. 



30. The voice of one who goes before to 



make 

 The paths of June more beautiful, is 



thine, 

 Sweet May ! H. H. Jackson. 



31. In this broad earth of ours, 



Amid the measureless grossness and 



the slag, 

 Enclosed and safe within its central 



heart, 

 Nestles the seed perfection. 



Whitman. 



