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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park, Washington, D. C. · May 30, 1912

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 89, No. 22.

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May-Time

By Inita S. Chilson

Inita S. Chilson
O FAIR May morn when every thorn Is glistening with its drop of dew; When leaf and blade, in sun and shade, Are shimmering in their green robes new! The bluebird sings in the apple-tree boughs, And the oriole swings 'neath the lilac flowers; On a fair May morn life's every thorn Is sheathed with drops of grateful dew.
O bright May noon that fades too soon, Sweet promise of the rose-crowned June! The humming-bird sips from the flowers' red lips Sweet perfume, and the honey-bee dips Rich nectar, and quaffs each lily-cup's draft; O bright May noon! with glad hearts attune, We rest in the shade while the crickets croon.
O May-time eve, thou wouldst deceive Us into dreams of paradise! The radiant light of moonbeams white, From earth to heaven allures our eyes. O star-decked dome! our promised home Seems near, so near and dear to-night! Dear Saviour mine, my heart doth pine For the land where 'tis May-time ever- more!
Nashville, Tenn.