Oh, every year hath its winter,
And every year hath its rain--
But a day is always coming
When the birds go north again.
When new leaves swell in the forest,
And grass springs green on the plain,
And the alder's veins turn crimson--
And the birds go north again.
Oh, every heart hath its sorrow,
And every heart hath its pain--
But a day is always coming
When the birds go north again.
'Tis the sweetest thing to remember
If courage be on the wane,
When the cold, dark days are over--
Why, the birds go north again.
--_Ella Higginson._