The Great War

from More Songs By the Fighting Men, an electronic edition

May-Day

WHO loveth whom He chasteneth

Hath smote the earth again

With golden rods of sunshine

And silver rods of rain.

Our little laughing sister

Hath doffed and put away

The black she wore for penance

And vvhite for Easterday.

She binds her hair with cunning

And dons her gown of green

That all the flowers embroider

And all the dews wash clean.

Her golden-throated skylark

That sings and soars so high

With praise and adoration

Perfects the splendid sky.

For seed and soul that quicken

By Him have death withstood

Who blessed the whole Creation

And saw that it was good.