36 April. 
Until the hasting day 
Has run 
But to the even-song ; 
And, having prayed together, we 
Will go with you along. 
We have short time to stay as you, 
We have as short a Spring ; 
As quick a growth to meet decay 
As you, or any thing. 
We die 
As your hours do, and dry 
Away, 
Like to the Summer’s rain, 
Or, as the pearls of morning's dew, 
Ne’er to be found again. 
Herrick. 
APRIL. 
Capricious month of smiles and tears, 
There’s beauty in thy varied reign ! 
Emblem of being's hopes and fears, 
Its hours of joy and days of pain. 
A false, inconstant scene is thine, 
Changeful with light and shadow deep, 
Oft-times thy clouds with pure sunshine 
Are painted ; then in gloom they sleep. 
