Quotes from Caroline May, 1887

June, thy beauty is a snare, To waste time in visions rare; Of vain dreaming, oh, beware!

March, when days are getting long, Let thy growing hours be strong To set right some wintry wrong.

And November sad,—a psalm Tender, trustful, full of balm, Thou must breathe in spirits calm.

Sweet October, fill with praise, Rich and glowing as thy days, Every poet's heartfelt lays.