BIRDS AND ALL NATURE. 



ILLUSTRATED BY COLOR PHOTOGRAPHY. 

 Vol. VII. MAY, 1900. No. 5- 



MAY. 



The voice of one who goes before to make 



The paths of June more beautiful, is thme, 



Sweet May! Without an envy of her crown 



And bridal; patient stringing emeralds 



And shining rubies for the brows of birch 



And maple; flinging garlands of pure white 



And pink, which to their bloom add prophecy; 



Gold cups o'erfilling on a thousand hills 



And calling honey-bees; out of their sleep 



The tmy summer harpers with bright wings 



Awaking, teaching them their notes for noon — 



O, May, sweet-voiced one, going thus before, 



Forever June may pour her warm, red wine 



Of life and passion — sweeter days are thine! — H. H. 



WE MAY HEAR THE BIRD SING. 



NELLY HART WOODWORTH. 



We may hear the bird sing but we cannot descry 

 The heart of the singer; the great mystery 

 Of the singing is hidden from sight, and the heart 

 Of the sweet singing bird has a vision apart; 

 We may listen intently to catch the sweet theme, 

 But who can interpret the soul of the dream? 



We may hear the bird sing, catch each generous note 

 That pours to the air from its quivering throat, 

 See the breast rent with ardors; unfathomed, deep-stirred 

 Folded under the song lies the soul of the bird. 

 Unsounded and soundless, too deep for our reach 

 Though we listen entranced to its musical speech; 

 Who sees the lark's soul as it mounts from the sod, 

 Who sees the clear soul has a vision of God! 



