AT ENGLEWOOD ON AN AFTERNOON IN MAY
At Englewood—at cool, shady Englewood!
At Englewood to-day everything seems bright and good.
Here thrifty orchards blossoming lavishly around
Scatter their shell-like petals on the ground.
Here fragrance-exhaling lilacs scent the breeze,
And the wild-birds carol in the trees.
Here are fresh, green gardens,—and between, the flash of tiny rills;
And, beyond—behold—the everlasting hills!
Here crowds of happy people continuously we meet,
On the cars and in the street,
And a social spirit everywhere
Whispers,—“fellow traveler, abandon care”;
“Oh, for one afternoon, at least, be gay!”
“Enjoy sweet idleness, partner, while you may.”