





260 POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
Of the balmy fields and pastures, in the sweet, 
sweet month of May; 
When the heart of Youth is light, 
And the face of Care grows bright, 
And the children leap for gladness in the morning 
of the day. 
Oh! ’tis beautiful to see, 
How the blushing apple tree, 
And the odour-laden hawthorn, andthe cherry 
and the sloe, 
Have put on their bridal gear, 
For the nuptials of the year— 
The bridesmaids of the Earth, with their garments 
white as snow. 
And how the happy Earth, 
Growing young again in mirth, 
Has prank’d herself in jewels to do honour to the 
day— 
Of gold and purple bright, 
Of azure and of white ; 
Her diadem and bracelets, the meadow flowers of 
May. 
Come forth, come forth, ye sad ! 
Look at Nature, and be glad. 
Come forth, ye toiling millions, God’s universeis 
fair. 
Come forth from crowded strect, 
And cool your feverish feet, 
monn ee 
