Mary Baldwin College - Bluestocking Yearbook (Staunton, VA)

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To May. OW sweetly sing the birds at day ' s first dawning, Full-throated pouring out their notes of praise. As, clad in rosy-ied, the dewy morning Opes the great eastern gates for Phoebus ' rays. And all for you, my Queene of May ! How fresh and green each blade of grass is growing ; How covered all with leaves the merry trees, With what soft murmurs is the cool stream flowing, — As talking to the flow ' rs that on its banks it sees. And all for you, my Queene of May. The wood is merry, now, no silence keeping ; Green leaves are dancing gleefully o ' er-head ; From leafy beds, pale violets are peeping, And all the ground with moss and flow ' rs is spread. And all for you, my Queene of May. In cool green shades, white fleecy flocks are resting, Their lambkins off at merry, joyous play. Soft-humming bees sweet swaying flow ' rs are testing, Whose many-colored blossoms make the meadows gav. And all for you, my Queene of May. Come, then, all gnawing cares forsaking, For once let us be as light of heart as they ; Let ' s gladly join us to their merry-making, And taste the sweets of spring-time while we may. For like fast-fleeting shadows. Oh my Queen, is thy short stay. Rebecca Baxter Gii.kkson.