Grand Haven Daily Tribune May 4, 1908
DAVID FLETCHER HUNTON.
Hail to thee, thou heaven-born maiden!
How we’ve wished to see thy face!
And to bask in all the glories
Of thy smiles and queenly grace;
Come in all thy old-time splendor,
And the sweetness of thy reign;
Wave thy wand above earth’s bosom,
And awake the flowers again.
Breathe upon the hills and valleys,
All the freshness of thy breath;
Till the souls of plant life quicken,
And come forth from seeming death!
Spread thy dainty vest of verdure,
O’er the grass, and spikes of fern;
And upon the lips of roses,
Let thy kisses glow and burn.
Touch the magic springs of nature,
All along thy Royal Way;
Till she sends up forms of beauty,
From her lap of rank decay;
Call the feather-throated songsters,
From the “sunny south” again;
Let them know the joys of wooing,
Neath the sunshine of thy reign.
Come, fair lady—paint the lilies,
In thy rarest, softest hue;
And upon the modest violet,
Spread thy choicest tint of blue;
Kiss the tresses of the maples,
Send the sap to leaf and vine;
Let the lips of opening petals
Bask beneath thy smiles divine!
Whisper sweet words to the daisies,
And the cowslips of the plain;
Tell the bees, that winter’s over,
And to try their wings again.
Of the sweet Arbutus, tarry
‘Neath the matted leaves o’erhead:
Lift the darling pink-white nurslings,
From their leafy melting bed!
On each rosy laughing petal,
Let thy sweetest smiles repose;
And among the golden anthers,
Drop the perfume of the Rose!
Call the hermit Whippoorwill,
From the deepest woodland shade;
We would gladly hear the music
Of his midnight serenade!
Grand Haven, Mich., April, A. D. 1908
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