[THANK GOD FOR MAY.]
By HELEN MARION BURNSIDE.
The linnet in the hawthorn bush
Her last wee egg has not yet hatched,
Though it is May:
But see, the nesting mother thrush,
By loving mate so proudly watched,
Comes forth to-day!
A veil of fresh translucent green,
A-gleam with opal sparks of dew,