MARCH
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With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies; Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise: March! By streams still held in icy snare, On southern hillsides, melting bare, O’er fields that motley colors wear, That summons fills the changeful air: March! What though conflicting seasons make Thy days their field, they woo or shake The sleeping lids of Life awake, And hope is stronger for thy sake, March! Bayard Taylor