HIRD WEEK] 



March 



Worn is the winter rug of white, 

 And in the snow-bare spots once more, 

 Glimpses of faint green grass in sight, 

 Spring's footprints on the floor. 

 Spring here by what magician's touch? 

 'Twas winter scarce an hour ago. 

 And yet I should have guessed as much, 

 Those footprints in the snow! 



79 



FKANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN. 



