This is the full crescendo of the world,
The riot of the happy birds a-wing,
The anthem of green things divinely mad,
An orchestra vociferously glad
While nature's voices all with joyance ring.

Feel all the meaning of the mighty march,
The chorus of the wild, sweet nature throng,
And add the beauty of this wondrous morn
To memories of a score of Mays reborn
Filling your soul with the stupendous song.

All portals open; break all barriers down;
Enrich your heart with life's intenser day,
Till out of nature's elemental score,
Great cosmic organ-harmonies shall pour
To thrill your soul with God's triumphant May.