Weekly Wisdom for March
It is the first mild day of March:
Each minute sweeter than before ...
The redbreast sings from the tall larch
That stands beside our door.
There is a blessing in the air,
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees, and mountains bare,
And grass in the green field ...
Love, no, a universal birth,
From heart to heart is stealing,
From earth to man, from man to earth:
- It is the hour of feeling ...
Some silent laws our hearts will make,
Which they shall long obey:
We for the year to come may take
Our temper from today.
From "To My Sister" by William Wordsworth