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Show Awake! arise! gray dreams and slumber slum-ber seaming. For every dormer looking on the east Is portal to the banquet hall this morning morn-ing Where May doth call her lovers to her feast. i Lo! as it were a pledging goblet, glowing glow-ing In her rose fingers over,.wh!ch do run The golden bubbles poured to over- flowing. Up, up, she lifts the sun! Oh, drink with her this airy wine of spring. That from her hands her winge:! breezes bring, j Sweet philter for all hearts on earth to be! 1 Hark! how the birds are drunk with It and sing; Mark, where the flushed winds spill It on the sea. How, lapping it, the waves go caroling: carol-ing: t See how dull earth, meek flower and stately tree. Where'er the breezes haste it. Where'er the breezes haste it. Rejoice that they may taste it. Shall we. then, slumb'ring, waste it This draught of ecstacy? O! lovers all, in this wcet wine I pledge you and your loves and mine A cup with you! And drink the May with me! Up! up! with you. T. A. Daly. Could I have shielded thee against time's fret, i Placing my heart between thee and ' all ill. Like jars and strain and the deep thrusts, that kill With fiudderi grief, I might have kept j thee yet; With soft allurements bidding thee for- 3 get That alien joy socks exile at nor will, ! While woe earth's native lingers with us still; i But who can banish pain and dark re- W gret? i And so. beloved, for love's sake I vl bear y These heavy hours and call thee J back no more. s Knowing that thou art sheltered and n secure 1 From the keen ills that all who live l must share, jj I would endure the burden and the heat j Call evil good, and think death's t sharp draught sweet. Ada Foster Murray. Beautiful days make beautiful years. J and beautiful years make a beautiful j 4 hfe.at its close. Sweetly, gently," pa- I tiently, lovingly and purely live each day, and at the end, what a harvest! Tenderness, united to manly forti-ture, forti-ture, speaks at all times affectionate language, coupled with dignity. |