Poems (Cary)/May Verses

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MAY VERSES.
Do you hear the wild birds calling— Do you hear them, oh my heart?Do you see the blue air falling From their rushing wings apart?
With young mosses they are flocking, For they hear the laughing breeze,With dewy fingers rocking Their light cradles in the trees!
Within nature's bosom holden, 'Till the wintry storms were done,Little violets, white and golden, Now are leaning to the sun.
With its stars the box is florid, And the wind-flower, sweet to view,Hath uncovered its pale forehead To the kisses of the dew.
While thousand blossoms tender, As coquettishly as they,Are sunning their wild splendor In the blue eyes of the May!
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In the water softly dimpled— In the flower-enameled sod—How beautifully exampled Is the providence of God!
From the insect's little story To the fartherest star above,All are waves of glory, glory, In the ocean of his love!
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