Remember us poor Mayers all, And thus we do begin To lead our lives in righteousness Or else we die in sin. We have been rambling all this night, And almost all this day, And now returned back again We have brought you a branch of May. A branch of May we have brought you, And at your door it stands, It is but a sprout, but it's well budded out By the work of our Lord's hands. The hedges and trees they are so green, As green as any leek, Our heavenly Father he watered them With his heavenly dew so sweet. The heavenly gates are open wide, Our paths are beaten plain, And if a man be not too far gone He may return again. The life of man is but a span, It flourishes like a flower, We are here to-day, and gone to-morrow And we are dead in an hour. The moon shines bright and the stars give a light A little before it is day, So God bless you all, both great and small, And send you a joyful May. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A REPUBLIC! by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IMMORTALITY by EMILY DICKINSON FOR THAT HE LOOKED NOT UPON HER by GEORGE GASCOIGNE THE FAIR THIEF by CHARLES WYNDHAM EVIL EASIER THAN GOOD by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THREE STEPS by KATHARINE LEE BATES JERUSALEM; THE EMANATION OF THE GIANT ALBION: CHAPTER 3 by WILLIAM BLAKE |