BY ARTHUR E. SMITH.
Close yet a little while thine eyes,
O, pretty woodland stream!
A little longer 'neath the skies
My crocus, sleep and dream!
Still are the winds both loud and keen
Upon the open plain.
Beware, O, lilacs, op'ning green,
Of frost and sleet and rain!
And dare you join, ye sylvan sprites,
In dance and minstrelsy
In these long frosty moonlit nights
Beneath the hawthorn tree?
How closely now your buds are rolled,
O, bonny briar rose!
Yet smiles of May will them unfold
And young Love lingers close!
I do not love the winter time,
Nor yet the early spring!
My ears would hear the fountain's chime,
And songs the throstles sing!
O, May and youth's a heartsome time!
Young hearts, when it is day,
Go pluck the daisy in its prime
Before it dares decay!
Be sure and do not lose your grip
(While you are young) of Joy!
The happiness of heart and lip
Is for the country boy!
Slateville, N. Y.
Troy Times. May 7, 1901: 4 col 6.