The Little Boy's May Day Song

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Title:     The Little Boy's May Day Song
Author: Eliza Lee Cabot Follen [More Titles by Follen]

"The flowers are blooming every where,
On every hill and dell;
And O, how beautiful they are!
How fresh and sweet they smell!"

"The little brooks, they dance along,
And look so free and gay,
I love to hear their pleasant song;
I feel as glad as they."

"The young lambs bleat and frisk about,
The bees hum round their hive,
The butterflies are coming out;
'Tis good to be alive."

"The trees, that looked so stiff and gray,
With green wreaths now are hung;
O mother, let me laugh and play;
I cannot hold my tongue."

"See yonder bird spread out his wings,
And mount the clear blue skies,
And mark how merrily he sings,
As far away he flies."

"Go forth, my child, and laugh and play,
And let your cheerful voice
With birds, and brooks, and merry May,
Cry loud, Rejoice! rejoice!"

"I would not check your bounding mirth,
My little, happy boy;
For He who made this blooming earth
Smiles on an infant's joy."

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Eliza Lee Cabot Follen's poem: Little Boy's May Day Song

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