A March Motto

By Anonymous

Month of bluster, ice and sleet,
Silent wood and ugly street,
Winds that roar and flakes that fly,
Frozen earth and gloomy sky,—
Angry March, thy name to me
Like a battle-cry shall be!
“Forward, march!” but leave behind
Stubborn will and stupid mind.
“Forward, march!” and sing a song
As we stoutly march along.
“Forward, march!” away from sin;
“Forward, march!” the goal to win;
“Forward, march!” without a fear;
“Forward, march!” through all the year.

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