THE rustling palms bend readily br Between the sun and me; br The trades blow warm and steadily br Across the turquoise sea; br But I'd rather feel the March wind bite br In the country of the free. br br Hibiscus and camellias br Bloom here abundantly, br And roses and gardenias ­ br The sweetest flowers there be ­ br But I'd rather see through the bare north woods br One bridal dogwood tree.