# Who would think of March
in May?

Printed and Sold by T. EVANS, 79, Long-Lane.

## RECITATIVE.

LOW, inward, murmers agitate the earth,
And fear's dark gloom all nature's face o'erspreads,

Dark presage of the lava's direful birth,
Whose mad eruption from sulphurous beds,

Deals desolation round—it's fury spent,
Nature, tho marr'd, still smiles and hails content.

## SONG.

No more the glowing lava gleams,
But sweetly smiling, morning beams,
Again the birds in merry mood,
Whistle joy and gratitude;
Whistle notes that seem to say,
Who would think of March in May?

No more the village fears intrude,
Again the village toil's renew'd;
While the plodding peasant boy,
Whistles forth his careless joy,
Whistle notes that seem to say,
Who would think of March in May?