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Show Jut Folks By EDGAR A. GUEST MAY. Here's May at the threshold, here's May at the door, With her arms filled with blossoms to strew on earth's floor, Here's May with the gladness that ripples rip-ples along! Olt, come all you, weary with striving and sin And fling wide the portals and welcome wel-come her in ! Some visitors come with their scan-dais scan-dais to tell, Some show at our threshold the' wares they would sell. But a few come to see us for what they can bring Of laughter and gladness. We jump at their ring And rush to the door with a welcoming welcom-ing shout. Suet) a caller is May who now lingers without. The favorite sister of twelve lias returned. re-turned. And she begs you to gather the blos- soms you've earned, ! Her arms hold a-plenty of wonderful . sprays And she whispers of more that are strewn down the ways. She Is bringing you beauty and gind-i gind-i ness and mirth. For May is the favorite daughter of earth. Here's May at the threshold, here's May at the door ! Earth's favorite maiden has comeback once more. There are blossoms about her wherever wherev-er she goes. And gladness and laughter and balm ; for our woes. ' As the pet of the flock that has long ! been away, ! Let us welcome anew the homecoming of Ma v. 1 |