May has come; that time of year has passed the sweet April time,
“When all the wood stands in a mist of green, And nothing perfect.”
The sparsely-gemmed hedges have thickened now, so that you cannot see the gardens through their bare ribs3; and little bunches of tight-clenched buds give abundant promise of the sweet-breathed, shell-petaled hawthorn4 flowers. The coy ash-trees have begun to fringe over with their feather foliage5; the ruddy bushy growth that seemed comically like whiskers, at the base of the elms and the lindens, has changed into a surprise of glorified6 green; the low shoots from the stump7 of the old oak-tree in the hedge bring out their wealth of soft, crumpled8, young red leaves; the elders on the banks have gotten a deep, full garment of green upon them now; above the ash-hued stem of the maples9 there is88 a numberless array of small maroon-tinged fists; the tender beech-leaves edge the low boughs10 that are spread out just above the grass.
The birds are full of importance, and excitement, and enjoyment11. The robin12 has his “fuller crimson”; the “livelier iris13 shines upon the burnished14 dove,” The black rook sails lazily with broad wing up in the blue sky: he, too, has his high nest to attend to; but life, on such a day as this, imperatively15 demands to be enjoyed. The copse rings with the laugh of the little willow-wren; the chiff-chaff ceaselessly announces his presence; the woodpecker cries as he leaves tree for tree; the blackcap, not singing just now, makes that “check,89 check,” like the striking of two marbles together; the cuckoo, besides telling his name to all the hills, has also a low, cooing, wooing voice for his mate; also another cry, as of a startled blackbird, but flute-like and liquid.
“Flattered with promise of escape From every hurtful blast, Spring takes, O sprightly16 May, thy shape, Her loveliest and her last.”
A sweet grey tint17, that had begun to overspread the bare parts of the copse, is deepening into such a sapphire18 sheet, that our ungrateful hearts half forget or retract19 the regret they felt, when the fair young hazels and the tall thin ash-wands bowed in the Winter before the cruel bill. Only lately, it seems,90 on the way across the fields to the station, a delicate fairy mass, the light lilac of the “faint sweet cuckoo-flower,” had spread its kindly21 screen over the hacked22 and maimed stumps23 of the fallen wood. But the hyacinths take their place now; and, after these, we expect the bright rose of the ragged-robin; and, after these, quite a garden of tall spires24 of the foxglove, alternating from pale to darker red, with, rarely and preciously, a clustered sceptre of milky25 white.
But why go on to the ragged-robin and the foxglove, later flowers of the year? Truly, there are flowers enough at this season to satisfy the most avaricious26. Look but at the yellow meadows of the daffodils.
“I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er dales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
“Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin27 of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.”
So the poet; and how could he but be of a May-day heart, amid such a May wealth of flowers? It was a light, a gleam, a possession that he thenceforth held; a sweet, living landscape of the heart, a landscape alive, indeed, not only with colour and light and shade, but with ceaseless gleeful motion.
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“I gazed, and gazed, but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought.”
No; for often, when May-days were far away, and perhaps shallow snow, streaked29 with patches of brown land, slanted30 away under a pale grey sky, even at such times that wealth and glory, and abundance of the flowers, suddenly would
“Flash upon that inward eye, Which is the bliss31 of solitude32.”
And then, even in a lonely hour, a time of dulness and depression, a time when this sad life seemed saddest; in such a time even, that glad gleeful yellow landscape would come back, with something of the light and joy of a kind deed done, or a strong word said; and, amid the pale snow, and the ever-increasing depression, well can the possessor say that—then,
“Then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.”
Life has its May-days, as well as the year. They come, sometimes; rarely to some, but exquisitely33 beautiful when God sends them—the May-days of the soul. The times when the Winter fogs have passed away, and the clear sun shines down in its glory on the land; the times when the bare brown trees have become ruddy, and have then flushed into crowded variety of leaf; the times when the flowers, that had been thought to be buried for ever, dawn like a smile upon earth’s pale and furrowed34 face; the times when youth’s forgotten glow comes back, and a hint of the vigour35 to which dreams seemed realities, and impossibilities possible, stirs the sluggish36 sap of92 the soul. Such times there are, when the mists of November have departed, and the frosts of the succeeding months, and the bitter winds of March, and the flooding tears of April; it is the May, with its lavish37 promise and exuberant38 life, and ecstatic beauty! Times when illness or earth or laziness or lack of power no longer chill the soul that is indeed eager to burst into leaf; times when we are winged, when the hardest toils39 are easy to us, the heaviest stone rolled away; times when soul and body seem in perfect accord, and tongue and limb and eye instantly execute the least mandate40 of the ruler within; times when the ship obeys the lightest touch of the man at the helm; times that come like holidays scattered42 through the dull half-year of school-days; times of exuberant life and spirits and powers that visit us rarely, sweetly, now and then, as May-day comes in the year.
I often think how little we use life thoroughly43; how little we really live our life; how seldom we are in the humour to carry out its great and solemn purposes: how we let its opportunities fly by us, like thistledown on the wind. Why are we not always denying ourselves, taking up the cross, and following our Master? Why are we not always on the watch for every occasion in which a word may be said, or a deed done, or a thought thought, that shall be a protest for Christ, in this vain and sinful world? Why is God’s love but a rare Wintry gleam, and never a steady Summer in our soul? Think, for instance, of such a thing as Prayer; what a wonderful and beautiful thing it is! To kneel, an atom in creation, at the Throne of the Almighty44! To be able to bare our hearts to Him, and to feel sure that the least throbs45, as well as the great93 spasms46, are perfectly47 appreciated, felt, understood, sympathised with, by that awful, loving Mind!
And yet, how Wintry our hearts are in our prayers! how seldom they burst into exuberant flower! how constantly the sky above us seems pale and heavy, and dull and impenetrable, and our hearts beneath abiding48 in their Wintry sleep! Or a snowdrop here and there wanders out, and now and then a pinched primrose49—not enough for even the poorest garland.
But that is not all; not only in religion is it that we are more often Wintry-hearted than May-hearted. I have heard of an artist who used sometimes to keep his sitter waiting a whole morning, and at last send him away, unable to win the right humour to his heart, and feeling that his work would not be well done if he forced it. And in reading Haydon’s life you may often find traces of how difficult is this mood to attract, when it has not a mind to come.
So, too, in composition, whether grave or light, how different a thing it is, according to our mood! How delicious a thing is it when the soul has a May-day, and when the pen cannot overtake the mind! when
“Thought leaps out to wed20 with thought, Ere thought can wed itself with speech!”
when ideas throng50
“Glad and thick, As leaves upon a tree in primrose time!”
when we seem to see,
“Smiling upward from the page, The image of the thought within the soul!”
94 But these times, at least after one has written a good deal, are comparatively rare times, and it is more often February than May within us. A subject that seemed full of leaf when it occurred to the mind some weeks ago, in a May-day mood, stands often a stripped bare Winter tree when we sit down to work it out.
Yes, in most of the business of life that is not mere51 routine and machine-work, no doubt the soul has its May-days—its times of being in the humour for its work, and of doing that work easily and glibly52. How many a Clergyman would endorse53 this, merely in the every-day case of taking a class in his school! Words, earnest and abundant and interesting, throng forth28 at one time; at another, how bare the mind, and how unready the tongue!
And now, to what do these thoughts lead us? I think to two considerations—one of warning, one of encouragement.
The warning is an obvious one, and yet one much and often neglected. Let such times of warmth and light and glow and possession of blossom be not only enjoyed but employed. The soul’s Flower-time should never be allowed to pass away without having left some noble fruit set. It is common-place to repeat that the May-days of the soul are most abundant and most glowing in youth, the May-time of life. And, in connection with this whole subject, I quote, with an addition, Longfellow’s verse:—
“Maiden, that read’st this simple rhyme, Enjoy thy youth: it will not stay; Enjoy the fragrance54 of thy prime, For oh! it is not always May.”
95 This is gentle and tender advice; and far am I from wishing to correct it, or to do otherwise than allow it, in its degree. Only there is deeper and more grave advice to be given with it, not instead of it. It is well to enjoy the soul’s May-time, but only well if it be employed as well as enjoyed; otherwise it will pass, and no trace be left. We may make a great May-day show by merely gathering55 our flowers and weaving them into garlands; and there may be much dancing and excitement and glee. But then, it seems purely56 and simply sad to see them next day lying neglected, limp, and withering57, in patches and dribblets, on the ground; whereas, although the apple-tree and the primrose bank may look sobered and saddened when their blossom-time is past, you yet know that all trace of that sweet adornment58 is not lost; they are busy henceforth, maturing fruit and seed from the germs that the bloom has left.
Therefore, to return to the principal thing, namely, Religion: remember, when the blossom-time comes, or returns, that its fairy brightness is evanescent. It must pass, therefore use it; enjoy it, but put it out to usury59; let it not fade and fall without having left a germ of noble fruit behind. When the heaven seems open to prayer, when the dull sky has cleared, and, thick and sweet as May-flowers, the earnest longings60 and ready words burst from your bare heart, seize the auspicious61 hour; let it not pass unemployed62. Do not merely taste, but exhaust its sweetness. When God seems to make His listening apparent, refrain not; besiege63 His throne with prayers, supplications, praises. And again, when the heart has thawed64 from its deadness and indifference65, and a very May-gathering of zeal66 for God, of love for God and man, of high and holy96 yearnings and longings and resolves and purposes, crowd upon the Winter sleep of the soul; oh, then, indulge not in a mere sensuality of spiritual enjoyment; stay not at mere revelling67 in the warm sky and profuse68 up-springing of flowers; set to work to form, in that propitious69 hour, some germs of fruit, some careful reforms, some holy resolves, some earnest and lofty purposes, some self-denials, some pressing towards the mark. Prayerfully and painfully set to work, so that, by God’s grace, when the beauty has gone, the use may remain, and the boughs bend with fruit that were once winged with bloom.
Oh, we all know, I say, these May-days of the soul: times when the love of God seems natural to us, and our hearts overflow70 into a spontaneous love of man; times when hard things are easy, and Apollyon in the way, or Giant Maul coming out of his cave, rather stir the soul to exultation71 than daunt72 it with dismay; times when God seems to us not an abstraction, but a reality; when we can fancy the Saviour73 beside us, as in old days He stood beside Peter or John; times when it seems a light thing to spend and to be spent for Christ’s sake and the brethren; times when the World has no allurements74 and the Flesh no power, and Satan seems already beat down under our feet; times when we go out to face the hardest duties with no secret desire that the call on us may not be made, but rather with grave steady resolution and with face set like a flint. There are times, I say, when God’s image seems to shine out for a while, clearly and brightly, from the rust75 and mildew76 of marring sin and sloth77; times when, Samson-like, we rise from sleep, and the fetters78 that have hitherto tied97 us down from life’s great deeds become upon our shoulders like as tow when it hath seen the fire. Yes, May seasons there are for the soul, in which there is a press and hurry of blossom, that is well and fair if it be secured for God.
For, note this—it is not always May. The glow will pass, the sunlight die, the flowers will fade, the bird-songs sink into silence. And, if you have not profited by that gleam of heaven which opened upon your soul, you are certain to have lost by it, especially when such a warmth, such a light, broke, by God’s grace, through the dull sky of a cold and worldly life. If any message from God have warmed your bare heart into leaf and bloom, beware how you let the golden opportunity remain unemployed. Beware lest the east winds return, and nip and scatter41 the frail79 petals80 ere the germ of some good fruit be formed. Life is ever offering to us Sybilline books, and very often we have at last to give as much effort in old age, for the attaining81 of a poor service to God, as we should have given, long ago, for a full, rich, hearty82, life-long serving Him. Late or early, however, employ the excitements, the May-warmths of the soul. “Excitement has its uses; impression has its value. Ye that have been impressed, beware how you let those impressions die away. Die they must: we cannot live in excitement for ever; but beware of their leaving behind them nothing except a languid, jaded83 heart. If God gives you the excitements of religion, breaking in upon your monotony, take care. There is no restoring of elasticity84 to the spring that has been over-bent. Let impression pass on at once to action.”
The warning was obvious; somewhat less so, perhaps, the98 encouragement. Still, this violet is to be found if we part the brambles, and seek it among its leaves. The May feeling is delicious—is, indeed, a foretaste of heaven, when hard things seem easy to us, and the face of duty is scarce distinguishable from that of pleasure. Prayer is sweet, sweet indeed, when it is easy to pray; praise is delicious when it seems almost the spontaneous growth of the heart. It is pleasanter to speak a painful word, to perform a painful duty, in those moods when the uplifted heart almost exults85 at having it to do. It is nothing to deny ourselves when some gleam of heaven has so exalted86 us that the world and the flesh and the devil have nothing to offer which can turn us from the ecstatic contemplation of Christ, and the Home whither He has gone to prepare. But is prayer more acceptable, is praise more beautiful in God’s sight when the heart is all in flower, or when it is Winterly indeed, but exceeding sorrowful at this, and sadly trying to gather for God a snowdrop out of its Wintry beds? Is it more acceptable in God’s sight to speak a true word when the heart is braced87 and strong, and the effort small, or still to speak it when the heart is shrinking and weak, and the effort great? Is the deed of love or of justice or of self-denial noblest when most easy or when most difficult to be done?
Ah, well, God knows; and He sends the May-days, and He permits the dull days and the bitter winds. Let us serve Him through both, and then all will be well. No doubt we ought always to have a May-day in our heart for this service. And yet, perhaps, indeed almost surely, He does not mean this to be so in this life of discipline. Here it must not be always99 easy and delicious to serve Him. Here we must serve Him through cold and warm weather, through calm and storm, up the hill Difficulty, as well as in the quiet valley.
Religious feelings are very variable; but rarely, comparatively, a May-day comes: the flowers are few, and the sky closed, almost generally. Let us, then, use diligently88 the warm blossom-time, when it is with us, but let us not be dismayed when it passes from the soul. Perhaps the best words we say are those that seemed to us the worst, and the teaching that sank most into the heart was that which we thought weakest and most inadequate89; thus may God be pleased, while He deigns90 to use us and to accept our work, yet to keep us humble91. Perhaps the service that was so hard to render, and in which we had so to fight against listlessness and wandering thoughts, may, if still earnest, prevail or please more—who knows?—than that which seemed to fly up at once full-fledged to heaven’s gates. If, though limping, we still hobble on with all our might, we may be really making as much progress as when we seemed to be skimming the ground; for God gives both the wings and the crutches92. Of course I am not supposing that the hindrances93 to love and service arise from want of watchfulness94, that let the world creep in, or want of prayer for the Help which alone is sufficient for us. But, generally, we must make up our mind to have more days of weary toiling95 through the desert sands than of refreshments96 at “Elim, with its palms and wells”; only, when the rare refreshment97 comes, it should have braced us for the toilsome march, when we must leave the pleasant spot behind, and labour toilsomely on again. And, if May-days of the soul come but seldom now, and it is oftener100 difficult than easy to serve God now, fear not, fail not, my Brother or Sister. Rejoice that God gives thee something not easy to do for Him, and think of a time, beyond this brief life, when it will be ever natural and instinctive98 to love and serve God, when it will be “always May.”
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