Hail! morning vowed to immemorial joys.
First child of May! sacred to mirthful sports,
To wine, and jest, and song,
And to the choral dance:
Hail! thou delight and honour of the year,
Unfailing ever in thy sweet return;
Flower of the youth of time,
That soon again grows old!
When the mild temperance of Spring erewhile
Cheered new-horn nature, and the primal age.
Spontaneously good,
Shone bright with yellow ore:
Such harmony as thine through all the months
Ran lastingly; warm breezes soothed the lands;
And then gave they forth fruits
Where seeds were never sown.
The like amenitude of clime as thine
Perpetual broods above the Happy Isles,
Where none know painful age,
Nor querulous disease.
Such breathings whisper softly through the groves
That hold in peaceful shade the silent ones;
Such gales, on Lethe’s banks.
Stir the sad cypresses.
Haply, when God with final fires shall cleanse
The universe, and to the earth restore
Her happy days, such airs
Shall blessed spirits breathe.
Glory of ever-fleeting time, all hail!
Day worthy still of memorable note:
Hail, image of old life.
And type of that to come!’
(George Buchanan)
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