Forsurelyallisnotinvain，Thisgallantshowshebrings;
Butsealofhopeandsignofgain，BeareththisSpringofsprings.
NolongernowtheseasonswearDull，withoutanytaleOfhowthechainthetoilersbearIsgrowingthinandfrail.
ButhopeofplentyandgoodwillFliesforthfromlandtoland，NoranynowthevoicecanstillThatcriethonthehand.
AlittlewhileshallSpringcomebackAndfindtheAncientHomeYetmarredbyfoolishwasteandlack，Andmostenthralledbysome.
Alittlewhile，andthenatlastShallthegreetingsoftheyearBeblentwithwonderofthepastAndallthegriefsthatwere.
Alittlewhile，andtheythatmeetThelivingyeartopraise，ShallbetothemasmusicsweetThatgriefofbye—gonedays.
Sobewemerrytoourbest，Nowthelandissweetandsheen，AndSpringwithSummeratherbreastGoesdownthemeadowsgreen.
THEMESSAGEOFTHEMARCHWIND{1}
Fairnowisthespringtide，nowearthliesbeholdingWiththeeyesofaloverthefaceofthesun;
Longlasteththedaylight，andhopeisenfoldingThegreen—growingacreswithincreasebegun.
Nowsweet，sweetitisthroughthelandtobestrayingMidthebirdsandtheblossomsandthebeastsofthefield;
Lovemingleswithlove，andnoevilisweighingOnthyheartormine，whereallsorrowishealed.
Fromtownshiptotownship，o\'erdownandbytillageFar，farhavewewanderedandlongwastheday，Butnowcometheveattheendofthevillage，Whereoverthegreywallthechurchrisethgrey.
Thereiswindinthetwilight;inthewhiteroadbeforeusThestrawfromtheox—yardisblowingabout;
Themoon\'srimisrising，astarglitterso\'erus，Andthevaneonthespire—topisswingingindoubt.
Downtheredipsthehighway，towardthebridgecrossingoverThebrookthatrunsontotheThamesandthesea.
Drawcloser，mysweet，weareloverandlover;
Thiseveartthougiventogladnessandme.
Shallwebegladalways？Comecloserandhearken：
Threefieldsfurtheron，astheytoldmedownthere，Whentheyoungmoonhasset，iftheMarchskyshoulddarken，Wemightseefromthehill—topthegreatcity\'sglare.
Hark，thewindintheelm—boughs！FromLondonitbloweth，Andtellingofgold，andofhopeandunrest;
Ofpowerthathelpsnot;ofwisdomthatknoweth，Butteachethnotaughtoftheworstandthebest.
Oftherichmenittelleth，andstrangeisthestoryHowtheyhave，andtheyhanker，andgripfarandwide;
Andtheyliveandtheydie，andtheearthanditsgloryHasbeenbutaburdentheyscarcemightabide.
Hark！theMarchwindagainofapeopleistelling;
Ofthelifethattheylivethere，sohaggardandgrim，ThatifweandourloveamidstthemhadbeendwellingMyfondnesshadfaltered，thybeautygrowndim.
ThislandwehavelovedinourloveandourleisureForthemhangsinheaven，highoutoftheirreach;
Thewidehillso\'erthesea—plainforthemhavenopleasure，Thegreyhomesoftheirfathersnostorytoteach.
Thesingershavesungandthebuildershavebuilded，Thepaintershavefashionedtheirtalesofdelight;
Forwhatandforwhomhaththeworld\'sbookbeengilded，Whenallisforthesebuttheblacknessofnight？
Howlongandforwhatistheirpatienceabiding？
Howoftandhowoftshalltheirstorybetold，WhilethehopethatnoneseekethindarknessishidingAndingriefandinsorrowtheworldgrowethold？
Comebacktotheinn，love，andthelightsandthefire，Andthefiddler\'soldtuneandtheshufflingoffeet;
Forthereinawhileshallberestanddesire，Andthereshallthemorrow\'suprisingbesweet.
Yet，love，aswewendthewindblowethbehindusAndbeareththelasttaleittellethto—night，Howhereinthespring—tidethemessageshallfindus;
Forthehopethatnoneseekethiscomingtolight.
Liketheseedofmidwinter，unheeded，unperished，Liketheautumn—sownwheat\'neaththesnowlyinggreen，Likethelovethato\'ertookus，unawaresanduncherished，Likethebabe\'neaththygirdlethatgrowethunseen，Sothehopeofthepeoplenowbuddethandgroweth—
Restfadethbeforeit，andblindnessandfear;
Itbiddethuslearnallthewisdomitknoweth;
Ithathfoundusandheldus，andbiddethushear：
Foritbeareththemessage：\"RiseuponthemorrowAndgoonyourwaystowardthedoubtandthestrife;
Joinhopetoourhopeandblendsorrowwithsorrow，Andseekformen\'sloveintheshortdaysoflife.\"
Butlo，theoldinn，andthelightsandthefire，Andthefiddler\'soldtuneandtheshufflingoffeet;
Soonforusshallbequietandrestanddesire，Andto—morrow\'suprisingtodeedsshallbesweet.
Footnotes{1}Afterconsultingvarioussourcesitisnotclearastowhether\"TheMessageoftheMarchWind\"wasoriginallypublishedwith\"ChantsforSocialists\".ChantsforSocialistsconsistsofpoemsthatMorriswroteforvariousoccasionsandwhichwerecollectedtogetherandpublishedbytheSocialistLeaguein1885.IfanyreaderhasaccesstotheoriginalChantsI（DavidPrice）wouldbeverygladifyoucouldclearuptheuncertaintyontheexactcontents.——DavidPrice