MAY IN KINGSTON. OUR old colonial town is new with May: Within the heart: and now, when May appears, And earth renews its vernal bloom and green, The loving trees that clasp across | We but renew our longing, and we "Would that the bloom of youth which is so brief, The bloom, the May, the fullness ripe and fair High over all, like some divine de- Of cheek and limb, might fade not sire Above our lower thoughts of daily care, The gray, religious, heaven-touching spire Adds to the quiet of the springtime air; And over roofs the birds create a sea, That has no shore, of their May melody. Down through the lowlands now of lightest green, The undecided creek winds on its way. as the leaf; Would that the heart might not grow old with care, Nor love turn bitter, nor fond hope decay; But soul and body lead a life of May!" FACIEBAТ. There the lithe willow bends with As thoughts possess the fashion of graceful mien, And sees its likeness in the depths all day; the mood That gave them birth, so every deed we do Partakes of our inborn disquietude. Which spurns the old and reaches toward the new. While in the orchards, flushed with tired in white. noblest works of human art and pride Show that their makers were not satisfied. |