 | Songs of two centuries |  |
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WASHINGTON-MONTH.
February—February—How your moods and actions vary,
Or to seek or shun.
Now a smile of sunlight lifting,
Now in chilly snowflakes drifting;
Now with icy shuttles creeping,
Silver webs are spun.
Now with laden torrents leaping,
Oceanward you run,
Now with bells you blithely sing,
'Neath the stars or sun;
Now a blade of murder bring
To the suff'ring one;
February—you are very
Dear, when all is done:
Many blessings rest above you;
You one day (and so we love you)
Gave us Washington.
| Songs of two centuries | |