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POEMS.
THE SNOW-BOUND.
We were a merry party
That ten long years ago
Look'd forth with jest and ringing laugh,
Upon the falling snow.
Old Christmas, with his holly green,
That summon'd us to see
How blithe he made the dying year,
With feast and revelry.
That ten long years ago
Look'd forth with jest and ringing laugh,
Upon the falling snow.
Old Christmas, with his holly green,
That summon'd us to see
How blithe he made the dying year,
With feast and revelry.
Few cares had come upon us,
In those our spring-time days,
And smiling glances met our own,
Around the yule log's blaze;
No marvel that each tone was glad,
And that each heart was light,
While deep the snow on hill and plain
Lay with its mantle white.
In those our spring-time days,
And smiling glances met our own,
Around the yule log's blaze;
No marvel that each tone was glad,
And that each heart was light,
While deep the snow on hill and plain
Lay with its mantle white.
And high rose glee and laughter,
When days swept swiftly by,
And still the clouds of driving snow
Fell from the wintry sky.
When days swept swiftly by,
And still the clouds of driving snow
Fell from the wintry sky.
