Oh little star that shines alone
On lonesome dark and friendless night,
Oh sprightly sprig that blossoms forth
With nary other buds in sight,
Oh tiny bird that chirps a song
When all his friends are fast in flight,
Oh warming wind with gentle breath
That sings an air with dawn’s delight,
Have you ever looked beyond night
Into the early morning’s glow?
Have you ever smelled the incense
On the hill where staunch violets grow?
Have you ever heard ceaseless sound
Where gushing streams trickle and flow?
Have you ever felt springtime’s rain
Driven with an incessant blow?
This is the heritage of March
Impudent harbinger of spring
That sallies forth in manner rude
Yet bearing April on the wing
And so bold and harsh seducer
Ever brusquely keep refraining
Release that cold and chilly grip
Thus end winter’s will sustaning.
Claire V. Bogdanos 