TO M. McG.
71
And April with her sunny showers
Came laughing up the fields again:
White wings went flashing thro' the hours
So lately full of pain.
And rivers full of little lights
Came down the fields of waving green:
Our immemorial delights
Stole in on us unseen.
For this may Good Luck let you loose
Upon her treasures many years,
And Peace unfurl her flag of truce
To any threat'ning fears.
