The happy birds trill forth a glad thanksgiving,
Their voices ring throughout the livelong day;
At thy approach a sweeter joy in living,
We feel, oh, May!
The opening buds, the wind so gently blowing,
The golden sunshine and the flowers impart
New zest to life, and fill to overflowing
The thankful heart.
We look abroad; we see the wheat-fields waving,
The blossom-laden trees on every side;
Full seems our joy to-day; no restless craving
Unsatisfied.
Up from the valley comes an echo pleasant,
The music of the sweetly flowing rill;
Of all the links that bind the past and present,
This brightest still.
