Such simple links of being,—such common things of God’s.
—ELLA M. BAKER.
Merry, ever-merry May!
Made of sunbeams, shade and showers,
Bursting buds and breathing flowers!
Dripping locked and rosy-vested,
Violet slippered, rainbow crested.
—WILLIAM D. GALLAGHER.
There were banks of purple violet,
And arbutus, first whisper of the May.