Maybasket Time

Now comes the happy time o’ year

     Where country children dwell;

Maybasket pleasures as of old,

     Which we remember well.

Of knocking at the country door

     Then scudding through the night;

Of hiding ‘neath a vine-clad bush,

     And chuckling with delight.

Oh, life was worth the living then,

     We’d not caught up with care;

Each night was bright with moon and star,

     And days were always fair.

Perchance we held her slender hand

     While running down the lane;

Perchance we whispered words of love

     Which were not told in vain.

Maybasket time! The years have flown

     But hearts are ever new;

And lovers meet beneath the stars

     Just like they used to do!

Ah! hang the baskets as of old

     And let your love bells chime;

Life is the richer for those hours

     We call Maybasket time.

Apr. 24, 1913

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Apr. 25, 1913