THE MESSAGE 01' TllE MARCH WIND. Yet, Jove, as we wend; the wind bloweth behind us, And beareth the last- ta.le it telleth to-night, How here in the spring-tide the message shall find us ; For the hope that none seeketh is coming to light. Like the seed of midwinter, unheeded, unperished, Like the autumn-sown wheA.t'nea.th the snow lying green, Like the love that o'ertook us, unawares and uncherished, I ,Like the babe 'neath thy girdle that groweth unseen. So the hope of the people now buddeth and groweth- ~ Rest fadeth before it, and blindness and fear ; It biddeth us learn all the wisdom it knoweth ; It bath found us and held us, aud biddeth us hear: For it bea.reth:the message : '' Rise up on the morrow And go on your ways toward the doubt and the ,trife; Join hope to our hope and elend sorrow with sorrow, And seek for men's love in the short days of life." But lo, the the old inn, and the lights and the fire, And the fiddler's old tune and the shuffling of feet ; Soon for us shall be quiet and rest a.nu desire, And to-morrow's upri11ingto deeds shall be sweet . . ,;one A1f:red LeWHJ .t'V· .. ,,., . Biblioteca Gino Bianco 15
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