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?