UT, alas, all our pleasure must

finish at last!

So0o0n the hours of May’s birthday
will sleep with the past,

For the carriages come, and good-
byes must be said;

It is time for the dancers to go home
to bed.

The cloaking and shawling’s begun
in the hall: |

Little Amy is helped by her kind
brother Paul;

And the dear little people all kissed
and thanked May :

For the pleasure they’d had on her
happy birthday.

And Mary Bell whispered, eect
May, my dear,

I wish that your birthday would
CGOme tyvice a year!