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TO THE MONTH OF MARCH
WRITTEN ON MY BIRTHDAY
My life's first light thine own did bring,
(Have I not shown myself thy child?)
Month of the blue-bird, nurse of Spring—
Fierce, stormy, gay, capricious, mild!
(Have I not shown myself thy child?)
Month of the blue-bird, nurse of Spring—
Fierce, stormy, gay, capricious, mild!
When thou didst come and bear me, lo!
The lion came in, untamed and strong;
My earliest footprint was in snow;
Cold winds sang my first nursery song.
The lion came in, untamed and strong;
My earliest footprint was in snow;
Cold winds sang my first nursery song.
The lion, come in, goes out the lamb:—
So may I, Mother, when life is past,
In green Spring pastures, sweet and calm,
With thy soft going, go at last.
So may I, Mother, when life is past,
In green Spring pastures, sweet and calm,
With thy soft going, go at last.
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