Smith, Effie Waller
|SONGS OF THE MONTHS.|
Hail! gruff messenger of Spring!
March so mad and blustering
With your howling winds that blow
Into drift-heaps huge the snow.
But when there come your latter days
The sap in trees begins to raise,
And far beneath the sleet and snow
Flowers too begin to grow.
What care we for your sleet and snow,
Or how your winds may rage and blow?
For winter now is in its wane,
And 'twill soon be Spring again.
Yes, the Spring is almost here,
And the grass will soon appear,
And the flowers will come again
Beautifying hill and plain.