May flowers are shedding their beauty
Over meadow and hill,
And the bright, golden dandelion
Is queen among them still.
Ever studding our path with glory,
Where over we wander,
A golden flower, whose modest duty
Makes the heart grow fonder
Of this fair earth, man’s home, man’s kingdom,
His to hold while life lasts.
And like the flowers, this virginal May,
Has outlived winter’s blasts.
Blossoming May, hope’s flowery banner,
Crown thou the harvest field
With flowers, fruit and ripe, golden wheat.
A truly bounteous yield.
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