  See the robins swinging ’Mid the orchards’ snow; Feel the perfumed breezes Wafted to and fro; Listen to the music Heard from bird and spray; Lift your hearts, ye sad ones, ’Tis the lovely May. Ah, our hearts were weary Waiting for the light, For the frosts to vanish With their bitter blight: See, the earth’s brown bosom Heaves, where zephyrs play; See, she thrills and answers To the touch of May. May, all fresh and smiling, Sweet—from heaven above; May, our souls beguiling With her dreams of love: Violet-eyed and fragrant— How our pulses play ’Neath the virgin beauty Of the radiant May. Lift your hearts up: floating Through the gold and blue Where the liquid sunlight Streams and filters through, There a Lady, smiling, Stands ’mid cloudless day— Snow-white Virgin-Mother, Dazzling Queen of May. —Mary Antonia, Sister of Mercy. |
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