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The wind in one’s face makes one wise.



A veering wind will clear the sky. A backing wind says storms are nigh.



Lo, as the wind is, so is mortal life.

Again rejoicing Nature sees

Her robe assume its vernal hues,

Her leafy locks wave in the breeze,

All freshly steep'd in morning dews

In March is good grafting,

the skillful do know,

So long as the winds

in the east do not blow

In March is good grafting,

the skillful do know,

So long as the winds

in the east do not blow

In March is good grafting,

the skillful do know,

So long as the winds

in the east do not blow