MAY by Mrs. Susan Birdsall Roberts

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · May 4, 1904

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 30, No. 18.

MAY.

By Mrs. Susan Birdsall Roberts

BY MRS. SUSAN BIRDSALL ROBERTS.

BRIGHT, cheery May comes tripping o'er The velvet lawn with dewy feet. I hear her voice, I know her smile; Her fragrant breath is on my cheek.

Fairest of all the sisters twelve That greet us yearly one by one; We've sighed for her full many a day; We'll bless her till her work is done.

From out each flowing sylvan tress Drop wild flowers gaily at her feet; And in her palm she starts the seed That man must garner ere he eat.

Her brow is wreathed with buds and flowers, With fruitage-roses nodding plume. And when she softly steals away, She leaves us in the lap of June.

Bewitching May! Her nectar cup We sip and quaff, insatiate quite; And still she pours for all a draught, Still pouring leaves our ravished sight.

If this is sin-stained earth we see, What must the charms of heaven be? "Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard, Nor heart of man hath e'er conceived, The things My Father hath prepared."