What merry music makes the month of May!
Songsters singing to each frost worn ear,
Trees festooned in wedding garlands sway,
To choruses of sun’s sweet springtime cheer;
Bright radiant hope bedights a world reborn
Dappling through viridian tinted trees
While cruel April leaves the stage forlorn
Rain hastened by a mizzle scented breeze.
The earth resplendent, rising from the grave
In proud hosannas sung in joyful breaths
Bidding farewell to ice wind sanctioned knaves,
And seal their fate in waxing beauty blessed;
As was the first so shall it be at last,
Salvation shines when mighty shadows pass.
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Loubert S Suddaby poems 