May

The world is full of gems to-day,
  The world is full of love;
The earth is strewn with star-gemmed flowers
  That fall from skies above.
The sunshine is a stream of gold
  That flows from flower to flower;
The shadows are but passing thoughts
  That mark each shining hour.
The pansy nods her purple head,
  And sings a silent song;
Her life is full of sunny hours—
  The days are never long.
The rose uplifts her sun-crowned head;
  She is the queen of love;
Her eyes behold the hidden stars
  That glow in skies above.
There is a fragrance in the air,
  A glory in the sky;
Oh, who would sigh for other days,
  Or grieve for things gone by?

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