StNicholas [serial] . Oh, the winds blow east and the winds blow west,And the hawk beats home to her mountain nest;But wherever they blow or wherever they go,They leave a path where the pansies grow. So now we have passed through our firstwinter together. Bleak days, bright days, snowydays, and holidays have whirled and canteredby, and here comes March, the boisterousherald of spring, pounding on the outer gatesand calling in a fresh, strong voice : Way therefor the daffodils ! Way for the bluebirds ! Wayfor the garlanded singing-boys of lifes newcavalcade! You will say, perhaps, that this is
StNicholas [serial] . Oh, the winds blow east and the winds blow west,And the hawk beats home to her mountain nest;But wherever they blow or wherever they go,They leave a path where the pansies grow. So now we have passed through our firstwinter together. Bleak days, bright days, snowydays, and holidays have whirled and canteredby, and here comes March, the boisterousherald of spring, pounding on the outer gatesand calling in a fresh, strong voice : Way therefor the daffodils ! Way for the bluebirds ! Wayfor the garlanded singing-boys of lifes newcavalcade! You will say, perhaps, that this is a fancy ofthe old days; but, after all, there has been little. 1IDWINTER. BY GEORGE MERRITT, JR. (GOLD BADGE.) 460 change. The garlanded singers may not dressand look now as they did in the long ago, buta hillside facing the March sun will set a boysheart going to-day just as it always did, andthe first dog-tooth violet will make him searcheagerly among the damp leaves, even if it ishis sister who wears away the garland. For the call of springtime shall never go un-answered. The madness that sets the hare tocapering down the wind is the same wild joy ofwelcome to new life that makes the boy runand shout and fling his arms to the strong gustsof March. It is the ecstasy of living,— the joyof beginning the world afresh,— and with thefirst wave of warm, quiet sunlight every livingthing, young and old,longs for the voice andsmell and color of thewoods and fields. The contributionsfor March have been ofunusual interest. Withthe exception of poems,a greater number thanever before were re-ceived, and so manygood ones that it wasalmost impossible toch
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