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may-day in new england.
With song, and laugh, and bounding feet,
And wild hair wandering on the wind,
We swift pursued the murmurs sweet;
But not a blossom could we find;—
The cowslip crocus columbine
The violet, and the snow-drop fine,
The orchis 'neath the hawthorn-tree,
The blue-bell, and anemone,
The wild-rose, eglantines and daisy,
Where are they all?—they must be lazy!
Perhaps they're playing "Hide and seek"—
Oh, naughty flowers! why don't you speak .
We have not found a flower to-day,—
They surely cannot know 'tis May!
And wild hair wandering on the wind,
We swift pursued the murmurs sweet;
But not a blossom could we find;—
The cowslip crocus columbine
The violet, and the snow-drop fine,
The orchis 'neath the hawthorn-tree,
The blue-bell, and anemone,
The wild-rose, eglantines and daisy,
Where are they all?—they must be lazy!
Perhaps they're playing "Hide and seek"—
Oh, naughty flowers! why don't you speak .
We have not found a flower to-day,—
They surely cannot know 'tis May!
You have not found a flower to-day!—
Whats that upon your cheek, I pray?
A blossom pure, and sweet, and wild,
And worth all Nature's blooming wealth
Not all in vain your search, my child!—
You've found at least the rose of health!
The golden buttercup, you say,
That like a smile illumes the way,
Is nowhere to be seen to-day.
Fair child! upon that beaming face
Whats that upon your cheek, I pray?
A blossom pure, and sweet, and wild,
And worth all Nature's blooming wealth
Not all in vain your search, my child!—
You've found at least the rose of health!
The golden buttercup, you say,
That like a smile illumes the way,
Is nowhere to be seen to-day.
Fair child! upon that beaming face
