Comfort.
The sound of the wind, and of falling rain
Beating against the window-pane,
A clean-swept hearth and the fire’s glow,
The sound of the tea-kettle humming low,
The cat asleep in the rocking-chair,
Warmth and comfort everywhere,
And a neighbor in for a dish of tea—
Ah, that ’s the kind of a day for me!
Beating against the window-pane,
A clean-swept hearth and the fire’s glow,
The sound of the tea-kettle humming low,
The cat asleep in the rocking-chair,
Warmth and comfort everywhere,
And a neighbor in for a dish of tea—
Ah, that ’s the kind of a day for me!
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