Feels joy too deep for idle words.
Dear friends, my subjects, it is May;
Let us sing Spring's roundelay.
(Here may be introduced groups of the charming flower songs by Mrs. Gaynor, bird songs by Nevin, simple folk dances, and appropriate Spring poems, etc., as part of the May Day fete.)
Arbor Day.
This day has been so full of pleasure,
I cannot yet my sadness measure.
And scatter our joyousness far and wide.
(Exit, first the Birds, then the Trees, the flowers, the School children, the Holidays, then Arbor Day and Chorus, singing.)
The birds are trilling, tra-la, tra-la,