


















20 INTRODUCTION. 
warrior a wreath of bays. No wonder that the 
bier of the early dead was strewed with these 
passing emblems of a passing existence.” 
The flowers that we behold each year, 
In chequered meads their heads to rear, 
Now rising from their tomb, 
E’en these do cry, 
That though men die, 
New life from death may come. 
HAGTHORPE, 
May-day—May-day, that revives such joyful 
reminiscences of our childhood—bringing back 
to us the pleasures of ‘ by-past time,’ in 
remembrance and reality, May-day must not 
be forgotten. 
Hail! thou of ever-circling time, 
That gracest still the ceaseless flow ! 
Bright blossoms of the season’s prime, 
Aye hastening on to winter’s snow ! 
Hail! thou, the fleet year’s pride and prime ! 
Hail! day, which fame should bid to bloom ! 
