Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1855-05-02
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The May-day sun is smiling soft DER the earth
again,
And happy hearts are browning their May Queen
in the glen;
Twiuing the dowy myrtle, mid her braids of sunny
hair,
While lightly rests the lily crown above her fore
head fair.
The s%pringing flowers are gcmming the meadows
velvet green,
Tho wreath that Natures hand bestowed, to deck
her oon Noy Queen ;
And in the quiet midnight, when the stars looked
forth on high,
I saw them link their hands around, their May
Queen in the sky
Oh sweet May day of life! when the hearts, fresh
and free,
How bright thy hours of happiness, how dear their
memory!
How many hopes we cherished, which we thought
could never die,
How many joys we tasted, as thy bright hours gil
ded by.
Oh why should sorrow ever dim this sweet May
day Of life,
Whose sun can brighten only once, earth's dreary
care and strife ?
And as we each are browning the May Queen of
the heart,
Why should lirc's stern realities, bid the gay dream
depart? 8
A year has flown. Now where is she, upon whose
braided hair,
Was resting in the sunny ray, the crown Of lilies fair
We seek her mid the merry throng, but her smile
Her bounding step is falling not, upon the village
green.
We seek hcr IN the forest glen-but lightly, lightly
tread,
For tho o,vger ,,o,,r,'d turf ia sortlv laid. above heI
fair young head
For life grew sad and dark, when her May day sur
went down
So, she turned unto n beauteous land, where earth
storms never frown.
And must the May day sun of each young hear
Aud wither all those youthful joys, we ne'er ma!
know again. .
Yes; for those joys so innocent, area of heavenl,
birth,
They smile upon us only once-thoy are not forrne'
for earth.
ANA wheE shcy once are from us fed, on cart
they'll come no more,
Yetsomcthing whispers tony heart, that when life
scenes are DER,
Wen taste those lows. those radiant joys in a Ian
whore all Is bright,
where they are rendered doubly sweet, by Heaven
transecndcnt light.
FAIRIEs.-Do You believe in Fairies, reader
Mol We fancy you exclaim and then, lk
n true brother of the Jonathan KnighthooC
Immediately PROFOUND the same question
your interrogation. For ourself we answe
well-yos that is we believe in the ext
tcnce Of human fairies with rosy checks ar
golden curls. We have seen some Of the
in our rambles happy creatures away I
on the hillside above us gathering the swe
honeysuckle and making the forest ring wi
their CHEEKY laugh and more CHEEKY song
These little fairies, the sunlight of maj
homes, will make those homes the happi
IN the evening when they bring home thc
Hover gatherings and tell Of their grand n
ventures in the grand ord woods. Hapl
creatures how little they have learned Y
OF the strife and turmoils of life. As tn
pass from the innocence and pleasure
childhood to the stern realities of man.li
how will they be surprised And SOC
very soon they will stand upon the stirri
aroma and look back as we look back up
the days in May when we gathered hon,
suckles and wondered as only children W,
der why our big brother and our cousins
not lay Down their work and hunt flow
too. That was far more pleasant than be
ing TO the oar Editorial now but we
must have our days to gather honey suck