DO you know where the crocus blows?
Under the snows;
Wide-eyed and winsome and daintily fair
As waxen exotic close-tended and rare;
Every child knows
Where the first crocus blows.

Do you know why the crocus grows
Under the snows?
To tell that the winter is over and gone,
And soon bird and blossom will gladden the lawn
And the hedge-rows
Where the first crocus blows.

Do you know when the crocus grows
Under the snows?
When little ones sleep in their warm downy beds,
With mother-hands smoothing their dear curly heads;
While the storm goes
Where the first crocus blows.

Do you know while the crocus grows
Under the snows,
That One smileth softly and says, " I will send
This promise that all stormy times have an end. "
So our Lord knows
Where the first crocus blows.