POETRY
... THE FLOWlERS OF MAY. The flowers of May, o'er many a harp Of old their blossoms lhutng, And many a voice of later times Their peerless bloom hath sung; And joy, in hut and palace hall, Once hailed the lestive day, Whose blightness to our fathers brought The welcome flowers of M\lay, The statutes of the golden age, 'I hat lingered faint and long DrI sylvan tites of earle time, So dear to ...