March Wind Blow

By Irving Sidney Dix

Bitter March-wind, blow and blow;

Drive away the drifting snow;

Toss the tree-tops to and fro;

Kiss the ice-bound lakes and streams

And arouse them from their dreams.

Happy March-wind, blithely blow,

Winter's heart is full of woe,

Winter's head is lying low;

Bring, O bring the melting rain

Back unto the earth again.

Weeping March-wind, blow and blow

Till thy tears of sorrow flow

Down thy dying cheeks of snow —

Weep away! for man must wait

Till those tearful winds abate.

Merry March-wind, softer blow,

Let the little children know

Where the sweetest flowers grow;

Let thy tender accents ring

From the joyous harp of Spring.

All ye wild-winds, blow and blow,

Drive away the drifting snow,

Bend the bushes, bend them low;

Breathe upon the trembling sod

Springtime's messages from God.