APRIL.

APRIL.

The wild and windy March once moreHas closed his gates of sleep,And given us back our April time,So fickle and so sweet.Now blighting with our fears—our hopes,Now kindling hopes with fears—Now softly weeping through the smiles,Now smiling through the tears.

The wild and windy March once moreHas closed his gates of sleep,And given us back our April time,So fickle and so sweet.Now blighting with our fears—our hopes,Now kindling hopes with fears—Now softly weeping through the smiles,Now smiling through the tears.

The wild and windy March once moreHas closed his gates of sleep,And given us back our April time,So fickle and so sweet.

The wild and windy March once more

Has closed his gates of sleep,

And given us back our April time,

So fickle and so sweet.

Now blighting with our fears—our hopes,Now kindling hopes with fears—Now softly weeping through the smiles,Now smiling through the tears.

Now blighting with our fears—our hopes,

Now kindling hopes with fears—

Now softly weeping through the smiles,

Now smiling through the tears.

—Alice Cary.

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