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MAY VERSES.
Do you hear the wild birds calling—
Do you hear them, oh my heart?
Do you see the blue air falling
From their rushing wings apart?
Do you hear them, oh my heart?
Do you see the blue air falling
From their rushing wings apart?
With young mosses they are flocking,
For they hear the laughing breeze,
With dewy fingers rocking
Their light cradles in the trees!
For they hear the laughing breeze,
With dewy fingers rocking
Their light cradles in the trees!
Within Nature's bosom holden,
Till the wintry storms were done,
Little violets, white and golden,
Now are leaning to the sun.
Till the wintry storms were done,
Little violets, white and golden,
Now are leaning to the sun.
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With its stars the box is florid,
And the wind-flower, sweet to view,
Hath uncovered its pale forehead
To the kisses of the dew.
And the wind-flower, sweet to view,
Hath uncovered its pale forehead
To the kisses of the dew.
While thousand blossoms tender,
As coquettishly as they,
Are sunning their wild splendor
In the blue eyes of the May!
As coquettishly as they,
Are sunning their wild splendor
In the blue eyes of the May!
In the water softly dimpled—
In the flower-enameled sod—
How beautifully exampled
Is the providence of God!
In the flower-enameled sod—
How beautifully exampled
Is the providence of God!
From the insect's little story
To the fartherest star above,
All are waves of glory, glory,
In the ocean of his love!
To the fartherest star above,
All are waves of glory, glory,
In the ocean of his love!
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