TRILLIUM. 



Winter winds thro mountain passes 



Break athwart the frosty night ; 

 Spring among the seething grasses 



Stirs a newer pulse of light ; 

 Sweet and strange the April weather, 



Generous she of heart and hand, 

 Sun and storm she brings together, 



Strong to conquer and command. 



Now about the rugged places 

 And along the ruined way, 



Light and free in sudden graces 

 Comes the careless tread of May, 



Born of tempest, wrought in power, 

 Stirred by sudden hope and fear, 



You may find a mystic flower 



In the spring-time of the year ! 



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