A May Day [pp. 526]

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THE lavish sun sifts all his gold
Upon the hills today;
The drowsy lilies star the dusk
in every woodland way;
The pilgrim breakers on the beach
Are kneeling now to pray.
The robin's flute rings sweet and strong
From out the maple tree;
,The gray grouse seeks the cedar's
- shade>,
And beats his drum for me;
The joyous meadow lark - A
flings down " -;c''
,:2; A haunting melody. G
The dogwood blooms
iO / i are round and white,
Aft" Each like a glowing moon;;_.
/, The west wind strikes the
/ great pine-harps,,.
(And finds them all in tune;
A bluebird flashes by, whose wings
Have brushed the skies of June.
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