MERRY’S MUSEUM.
Vol. VII MAY, 1844. No. 5.
May has ever been the favorite month of the poets; yet in New England it usually disappoints our expectations. In more southern climes, it unites the soft beauties of spring with the radiance of summer. At the same time that it has warmth enough to cheer and invigorate, it does not overpower with its melting influence. The following lines describe the southern May, rather than our own:—
May, sweet May, again is come,
May, that frees the world from gloom;
Children, children! up and see
All her stores of jollity.