April 27th.

April 28th.

April 30th.

MAY.

THEN, all at once, the land laughed into

bloom,

Feeling its alien fetters were undone;
Rushed into frolic ecstasies; the plume
The courtly lilac tosses i' the sun,
Laburnam tassels dripping faint perfume,
White thorn, pink blossoms, showed, not one
by one,

But all in rival pomp and joint array.

Blent with green leaves as long delayed as

they.

And to its grassy grave with hasteful feet
Came the anemone, and o'er it flung,
In love but scarce in sorrow, such a sheet
Of pink-white petals as befits the young
Whose fair false hopes the kindly gods
defeat:

While following swift, the hyacinth up-
sprung

From the soft sod, and 'mong the sylvan

shells

Thrust his bold stalk, and shook his

scented bells.

Alfred Austin.

April 29th.

ONE generous feeling-one great thought-one deed
Of good, ere night, would make life longer seem
Than if each year might number a thousand days.

O! SPEED the moment on,

When Wrong shall cease, and Liberty and Love
And Truth and Right throughout the earth be known
As in their home above.

Philip James Bailey.

Whittier.

April 30th.

DEAR to my spirit, Scotland, hast thou been,
Since infant years, in all thy glens of green;
Land of my love, where every sound and sight
Comes in soft melody, or melts in light;
Land of the green wood by the silver rill,
The heather and the daisy of the hill,
The guardian thistle to the foeman stern,
The wild-rose, hawthorn, and the lady-fern.

WELL did all things prosper in his hand,
Nor was there such another in the land
For strength or goodliness,

James Gray.

William Morris.

H

May 1st.

PRINCE I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face,
Of temper amorous, as the first of May,
With lengths of yellow ringlet, like a girl,
For on my cradle shone the Northern star.

So young, so gracious, upon whom the skies
Rained every dewy gift of Paradise.

LADY, when thy voice I greet,

Not heavenly music seems so sweet.

Tennyson.

Alfred Austin.

Oliver W. Holmes.