To the Editor of the Every-Day Book.
Sir,—If you think the following lines worth insertion in your Every-Day Book, you are welcome to them.
I am, Sir, &c.
H. M. Lander.
King’s Bench Walk,
Temple.
Song.
’Tis May! ’tis May! the skylarks sing,
The swallow tribe is on the wing,
The emerald meads look fresh and gay,
And smiles the golden orb of day.
’Tis May! ’tis May! the voice of love
Inspiring calls to yonder grove;
Then let us to the shades repair,
Where health, and mirth, and music are.
’Tis May! ’tis May! air, earth, and flood,
With life and beauty are endowed:
Myriads of forms creep, glide, and soar,
Exultant through the genial hour.
’Tis May! ’tis May! why should not man
Embrace the universal plan,
Enjoy the seasons as they roll,
And love while love inspires the soul.
’Tis May! ’tis May! the flowers soon fade,
And voiceless grows the sylvan shade:
The insects fall mid autumn’s gloom,
And man is hastening to the tomb.