March wind, wild wind, blow this day.
Whirl the winter snow away. Dry the
ditches and the hollows-in tracks where
April follows. Clear a path for her advance.
Teach the daffodils to dance. Through your
ravings harsh and strong-thrushes thread
a golden song. Cleanse the air, Make fresh
the earth-for the season of rebirth.

Wind of heaven, searching, keen. Sweep
the world and make it clean. Blow away the
old dissensions-grievances and bad inten-
tions. Godless dogmas, pagan creeds. Ugly
words and ugly deeds. Scatter them beneath
your wings. Blow away all evil things-So
that man from strife may cease-and enjoy
the fruits of peace.