By the light of a glow worm’s friendly spark,
And softly crept up the stairway dark,
Out through the portal of frozen mold
Into the wide world, bleak and cold.
But somehow a sunbeam found the place
Where the snow made room for her lifted face.
—Madeline S. Bridges, in Ladies’ Home Journal.
MARCH.
The stormy March is come at last,
With wind and cloud and changing skies;