MARCH WINDS AND APRIL SHOWERS.
It can't be sunshine every day,.
At times the tempest lowers;
We cannot always take our way
Through meadows strewn with flowers.
There's work in life as well as play,
There must be serious hours
But blustering March winds lead the way
To softer April showers.
And then will come the lovely May,
That calls to woods and bowers,
When both alike have sped away,
March winds and April showers.
Hope comes before the sunshine ray,
God gives to each the power
To struggle bravely on the way
Through wind and rain and shower.
Then, little children, never fear,
God knows each want of ours,
And sure as comes the tempest drear,
So surely come the flowers.