NOW the bright morning-star
Day's harbinger
Comes dancing from the east
And leads with her The flowery May
Who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip
And the pale primrose.
Hail,
Bounteous May
That dost inspire Mirth
And youth
And warm desire
Woods and groves are of thy dressing
Hill and dale
Doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early song
And welcome thee
And wish thee long.
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