Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A MAY DAY ORISON, by ELIZABETH STANLEY TROTTER First Line: These are the children of the may Last Line: Emblem of happy hours. Subject(s): Angels; Children; May (month); Spring; Childhood | ||||||||
An angel chants: These are the children of the May. This is their youth: this is their day. Upon the threshold of your world They stand and wonder. Closely furled, Life's message, like a banner rolled Awaits them.. As you shall unfold Its meaning, so their consciousness Will bear its tender, first impress Of welcome, sweet as sweetest May -- Sweet as themselves! or dour and grey, The breaking of their morn must seem The onset of a mocking dream -- If you betray them. In their breasts Love throbs, hope sings, contentment rests. Laughter hides in their limpid eyes For which their lips are curving -- dies If you quell it. The children sing: Ah, dear world Of mother-hearts, that held us curled Safe, warm within you -- throng to heed Our living, urging wants, our need Of all the simple, childish blisses -- Sweet sounds, soft words, warms arms, close kisses. Oh. father-minds! your souls' rebirth Depends on children; on the worth Of your resolve to guard the flame Of childhood's holiness from shame. By you, Christ's self is kept alive In every child you help to thrive: Thus through the vow he made to men You meet your God, a child again; Fulfilling in diviner way The lovely promise of May. Ah, you who prize us, set us free That we may cheer your world, and be A sign that for eternal day Childhood's springtime shall be May! Look in our eyes and see the light That shines there. Is it then too bright? Must it be dimmed? Are skies too blue For us? Are fields too fair for you? Or woods too green and cool? Beware How you withhold joy -- beauty . . . Care Comes with wisdom. Carefree is best For youth. Hence we are wholly blest By joy. So let our voices ring In song. In dance our bodies fling About the may-pole decked with flowers, Emblem of happy hours. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN CHILDREN SELECTING BOOKS IN A LIBRARY by RANDALL JARRELL COME TO THE STONE ... by RANDALL JARRELL THE LOST WORLD by RANDALL JARRELL A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON THE DEATH OF FRIENDS IN CHILDHOOD by DONALD JUSTICE THE POET AT SEVEN by DONALD JUSTICE |
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