noon,
     May
I 'll get Charlie to tell me what he was saying about the painted glass . ' Oh , thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands -- life hath snares -- Care and age come unawares . Like the swell of some sweet tune , Morning rises into noon , May glides onward into June . -- Longfellow ` What is the matter with Amy ? What makes her so odd ? ' asked Charles , as his mother came to wish him good night .