BY SISTER RUTH.
As o'er the hillside I roamed to-day,
Whom should I meet but laughing May!
May—with hands full of blossoms rare;
May—with never a thought nor care;
May—with her skies so blue and fair;
Beautiful, blossoming May!
After the clouds of the April skies,
Velvety moss 'neath my footstep lies;
Petals of flow'rets shine pure and white,
Under the rays of the sun so bright;
Bathed in the warmth of the mellow light,
Shed from the azure skies.
Welcome, thrice welcome, beautiful May!
Birds are singing a roundelay;
Bearing a burden of flowers so sweet,
Ever thy presence we lovingly greet,
Hillside and meadow thy beauty repeat,
Beautiful, beautiful May.
Troy Daily Times. May 6, 1893: 2 col 2.