ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 



THE MAIDEN SPRING. 



DIALOGUE. 



MAY: 



ALL the buds and bees are singing; 

 Ail the lily bells are ringing ; 

 All the brooks run full of laughter, 

 And the wind comes whispering after. 

 What is this they sing and say? 

 "It is May!" 



Look, dear children, look ! the meadows, 

 Where the sunshine chases shadows, 

 Are alive with fairy faces, 

 Peeping from their grassy places. 

 What is this the flowers say ? 

 ''It is May!" 



See ! the fair blue sky is brighter, 

 And our hearts with hope are lighter. 

 All the bells of joy are ringing; 

 All are grateful voices singing; 

 All the storms have passed away. 



"It is Jfay ! " 

 ROSES : 



We are blushing roses, 



Bending with our fullness, 

 'Midst our close capped sister buds, 

 Warming the green coolness. 



Hold one of us lightly 



See from what a slender 

 Stalk we bower in heavy blooms, 



And roundness rich and tender. 



LILIES: 



We are lilies fair, 



The flower of virgin light; 

 Nature held us forth, and said, 



" Lo ! my thought of white." 



Ever since then, angels 



Hold us in their hands; 

 You may see them when they take 

 In pictures their sweet stands. 



Like the garden's angels 



Also do we seem, 

 And not the less for being crowned 



With a golden dream. 



LEIGH HUNT. 



LEIGH HUNT. 



