(See Note 33)
April for me I choose!
In it the old things tumble,
In it things new refresh us;
It makes a mighty rumble, -
But peace is not so precious
As that his will man shows.
April for me I choose,
Because it storms and scourges,
Because it smiles and blesses,
Because its power purges,
Because it strength possesses, -
In it the summer grows.