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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=543650" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Song Of The Snow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh the snow,--the bright fleecy snow!<br>Isn't it grand when the north breezes blow?<br>Isn't it bracing the ice to skim o'er,<br>With a jovial friend or the one you adore?<br>How the ice crackles, and how the skates ring,<br>How friends flit past you like birds on the wing.<br>How the gay laugh ripples through the clear air,<br>How bloom the roses on cheeks of the fair!<br>Few are the pleasures that life can bestow,<br>To equal the charms of the beautiful snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, the snow,-the pitiless snow!<br>Cruel and cold, as the shelterless know;<br>Huddled in nooks on the mud or the flags,<br>Wrapp'd in a few scanty, fluttering rags.<br>Gently it rests on the roof and the spire,<br>And filling the streets with its slush and the mire,<br>Freezing the life out of poor, starving souls,<br>Wild whirling and drifting as Boreas howls.<br>Hard is their lot who have no where to go,<br>To shelter from storm and the merciless snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, the snow,-the treacherous snow!<br>Up in a garret on pallet laid low!<br>Dying of hunger,--oh, sad is her fate;--<br>No food in the cupboard,--no fire in the grate.<br>A widening streak of frost crystals are shed,<br>Through the window's broke pane on the comfortless bed,<br>And the child that she clasps to her chill milkless breast,<br>Has ended its troubles, and gone to its rest.<br>Husbandless,--childless, and friendless.--Go slow,--<br>She sleeps with her babe, and their shroud is the snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, the snow, the health-giving snow!<br>Setting the cheeks of the children aglow,<br>Father and mother,--well fed and well clad,<br>Join in the frolic like young lass and lad.<br>Little they dream of the suffering and woe,<br>Of those shivering outcasts with nowhere to go.<br>Then they read from their paper with quivering breath,<br>Accounts of poor wand'rers found frozen to death,<br>And their hearts with pure pity perchance overflow,<br>But it vanishes soon, like the beautiful snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Hartley">John Hartley</a><div class=q>
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Isn't it grand when the north breezes blow?
Isn't it bracing the ice to skim o'er,
With a jovial friend or the one you adore?
How the ice crackles, and how the skates ring,
How friends flit past you like birds..."></div>
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