CONTENTMENT.
Reading edition
" ... in the home-garden our dear little may sits calmly at rest on this beautiful day."
weet Summer-time dawns with a flush o'er the skies, The bees and the butterflies come in her train, While the dear little children, with joy in their eyes, Stand watching the lark as he mounts to the skies, While singing his joyous refrain. The meadow is sprinkled with beautiful flowers, The hedge with its sweet-scented blossoms of snow. How bright is the sunshine! how fresh are the showers! How happy the children, these holiday hours, As shouting and singing they go! But Summer (who stole on the footsteps of Spring) Is driven in turn far out of our view, When ruddy-hued Autumn her mantle must fling O'er meadow and orchard, till each growing thing Is transformed to a beautiful hue. Then the little ones, laughing, must hie them away To the blackberry wood and the nut-growing ground; But in the home-garden our dear little May Sits calmly at rest, on this beautiful day, Contented with what she has found.
D. B. McKean.