March

Dnath to King Winter, tiic eold-blooded tyraut Xhat held us ao long in hls irou-bound ruin ! We crowned him at OhrintniiiH, feaated him New V-.,r, And draaft in ( hraltli round the great log of ïule; But now we have done with our Sítysi oMatione ; A malden has risen who coriquexto Jus Btiglri ■ 8he is coming, our darling, all rosy with swertn ", To Hiuile at the tyrant and put him to flight, But bcg how he lilnstcrs in impotent f ury, Whilf rjirlli, Uiough rebellious, ftül yivldn to hia claim ! LlkP on ifinolf nt Imlly he nwaggfrw and ragon Agaiimt thn fnir malden. Old Gray board, for Bhame ! Loud are yor truinpois and sharp are your weapons ; ATiat do you Jinow of a fair M-omanV wiles, TbQ inight of her cimning, the strengtk of her wcakness, Or the miBchiof that lurks in her soft little fliuiles? Hearken, O Winter ! No prophet ís nneded - sJii-'U oonqner you Ih-Ht, theu uhe'U wcep o'er your bier ; Her tear-drope ín falliHR wilt bring forth the nwn, And the world will forget that you evrr were herc. riot and rage, for yniir down f all i coming ; A word in your ear, O ray blUHteriug friend- Your beard telle your sex, but swect airing íb a woman, And the world knows full welï how Biich conflict all end.