Adown the western sky,
He bathes the trees and hilltops in
A flood of crimson dye.
He sets the westland all aglow
Before he sinks away;
So endeth, as a beauteous dream,
This lovely autumn day.

"Welcome, Sweet May"

Welcome, sweet May!
With thy sunshine and showers
Thou'st driven away
Old winter's dark hours.
Poor fellow! he seemed rather loth to depart,
Till thou, with thy sunshine, compelled him to start.

Welcome, sweet May!
That bringest to me,
Wherever I stray,
A sweet memory,
When fragrant pink blossoms hung thick overhead,
And love lay asleep in a violet bed.

Welcome, sweet May!
With thy sunshine and showers,
When young love awoke
From sleep 'mong the flowers.
Each year, in thy sunshine, 'neath heavens of blue,
With thy sweet, fragrant blossoms he's wakened anew.

"Lakeside"

'Tis the dearest, coolest place I can find;
There the locust and the wild grape entwined
Float their dewy fragrance ever
O'er the dancing St. Joe river
On the wings of the soft drowsy wind.

In the coziest of homes, neat and new,

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