--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 26 number: 7 published: 1923-05 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations, "May Day", *Improvement Era* 26, no. 7 (May 1923): 587.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2607unse transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers. identifier: improvementera2607unse start_page: 587 end_page: 587 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1923-05) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2607unse publication_year: 1923 note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1923, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # May Day May Day Dear mountain home, with dreamy gladness, Fond mem'ry scans the fleeting years When times and scenes of happy childhood, Make thee a theme which still endears. Fair May Day, what a rose-hued glamour, Of happy thoughts thy name doth bring, When sounds of children's gladsome voices Make all the hills and woodlands ring. With quick'ning step we'd seek the flow'rets That blossomed 'neath the oak tree shade, And butter cups of golden treasures Were peeping from the canyon glade. Full well we knew where grew the hair bells, Where every blossom had its root, For other years we'd watched with longing, Yes, waited, for the buds to shoot. And 'monst these scenes of sweet enchantment, I think, though tired, with weary feet, Of keen enjoyment, eating lunches Beside the stream, in cool retreat. And then, with lagging footsteps, turning At last toward home to wend our way, While youthful hands were fondly clasping. In gorgeous hues, spoils of May Day ! Blest mountain home! the years \\a\e brought me Far, far away from thy fair sky, Yet on this joyous day of spring time, On wings of mem'ry back I fly. Raymond, Canada Helen Kimball Or gill