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to little may vincent.
Twelve times the maiden-queen of night
Has donn'd her veil of silver light,
And walk'd the silent, heavenly plain,
Majestic 'mid her radiant train,
Since May first ope'd her playful eyes;
And yet she is not over-wise;
For even now she shouts with joy
When on the floor the sunshine plays,
And deems the spot a golden toy,
And creeps to lift its mocking rays.
Has donn'd her veil of silver light,
And walk'd the silent, heavenly plain,
Majestic 'mid her radiant train,
Since May first ope'd her playful eyes;
And yet she is not over-wise;
For even now she shouts with joy
When on the floor the sunshine plays,
And deems the spot a golden toy,
And creeps to lift its mocking rays.
Ah, May be still a child in this,
Through life, amid its gloom and bliss,
Though clouds of care be all about,
Those eyes will find the sunshine out,
Then pass the shade with Hope's delight,
And stop to play where Joy is bright.
Through life, amid its gloom and bliss,
Though clouds of care be all about,
Those eyes will find the sunshine out,
Then pass the shade with Hope's delight,
And stop to play where Joy is bright.
