APRIL IRDS on the boughs before the buds BIRDS Begin to burst in the spring, Bending their heads to the April floods, They chirp," Hey-day! How the rain comes down! Comrades, cuddle together! Cling to the bark so rough and brown, For this is April weather. "Oh, the warm, beautiful, drenching rain! I don't mind it, do you? Soon will the sky be clear again, Smiling and fresh and blue. Sweet and sparkling is every drop "Oh, the warm, delicious, hopeful rain! Let us be glad together. Summer comes flying in beauty again, Through the fitful April weather." CELIA THAXTER. MAY WHY are bees and butterflies Dancing in the sun? Violets and buttercups Blooming every one? Why does Mr. Bobolink Seem so shocking gay? Why does ah! I'd half forgot! This is really May. Why are all the water bugs Donning roller-skates? And the solemn ladybugs Dozing on the gates? Why do all the meadow brooks Try to run away, As though some one were chasing them? Bless me! this is May. Please to tell me why the trees Have put new bonnets on? Please to tell me why the crows Their picnics have begun? Why does all the whole big world Smell like a fresh bouquet Picked from one of God's flower-beds? Oh, I know! it's May. R. M. ALDEN. MAY THEN come, fair May, the fairest maid on ground, Deck'd all with dainties of her season's pride, And throwing flowers out of her lap around: Supported her like to their sovereign queen. Lord! how all creatures laughed when her they spied, And leapt and danced as they had ravish'd been, And Cupid self about her fluttered all in green. EDMUND SPENSER. A SUMMER DAY THIS is the way the morning dawns: Rosy tints on flowers and trees, Winds that wake the birds and bees, Dewdrops on the fields and lawns,This is the way the morning dawns. This is the way the sun comes up: This is the way the rain comes down: Over roof and chimney top; Boughs that bend and skies that frown,This is the way the rain comes down. This is the way the river flows: Swiftly to the sea it goes,— |