When the Birds Go North Again - A poem by Ella Higginson

When the Birds Go North Again.

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

Nature Pictures by American Poets
Selected and Edited by Annie Russell Marble
(New York: The MacMillan Company. 1899)
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