Who Longest Wait Of All Surely Wins.

Ah, March! We Know Thou Art Kind-hearted, Spite Of Ugly Looks And Threats, And, Out Of Sight, Art Nursing April's Violets!

But All Lost Things Are In The Angels' Keeping, Love; No Past Is Dead For Us, But Only Sleeping, Love; The Years Of Heaven With All Earth's Little Pain Make Good Together There We Can Begin Again, In Babyhood.

When Time Is Spent, Eternity Begins.

Next Time!' In What Calendar Are Kept The Records Of Those Next Times Which Never Come?

The Voice Of One Who Goes Before, To Makethe Paths Of June More Beautiful, Is Thinesweet May!