46 MAY. 



SONG. 



Fair May, how shall I greet 



Thy balmy breath, and flow'ry feet ? 



What pray'r impart ? 

 How my thoughts glow to see 

 Nature so bright and free, 



Grateful my heart. 



The world is alive with joy ; 

 No care, no cold alloy 



E'er sullies thee. 



One bright beam greets thy birth, 

 Pure child of Heav'n on Earth, 



All hail with glee. 



No being exalts thee more, 

 None greater blessings pour 



On thy sweet hours, 

 Than he who seeks the stream, 

 Free as thy happy dream ; 



Thine, are his bow'rs. 



