MAY THIRD
Oh, when I was a tiny boy
My days and nights were full of joy
Hood
MAY FOURTH
Sweet babe, in thy face
Soft desires I can trace,
Secret joys and secret smiles,
Little pretty infant wiles.
William Blake
MAY FIFTH
For Childhood, is a tender thing, easily wrought
into any shape.
Plutarch
MAY SIXTH
The gilded evenings calm and late
When weary children homeward run.
William Allingham
MAY SEVENTH
Make your children happy in their youth; let
distinction come to them, if it will, after well-spent
years but let them now break and eat the bread of
Heaven with gladness and singleness of heart and
send portions to them for whom nothing is prepared;
and so Heaven send you its grace before meat
and after it.
Ruskin