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the air with life and motion The butterflies were 
so happy in the sun’s beams that they went soaring 
up into the air, as if they were sure the birds would 
not touch them. And who that saw the dragon-flies 
of all hues wheeling and darting about, would not 
have sung with the poet,— 
“ Save for the Eternal thought, 
Bright shape, thou hadst not been ! 
He from dull matter wrought 
Thy purple and thy green; 
And made thee take, 
E’en for my sake, 
Thy beauty and thy sheen.” 
The birds were glad that the children had come to 
shout for joy on the hills, and the children were glad 
that the birds had come home again to sing so 
sweetly, and that the flowers were all awake and 
blooming so brightly. All things were glad that 
May-day had come. 
f— 
All the flowers wished to speak at once, and as 
