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MIDWINTER'S REFLECTION.
Oh for one ray of summer-sun,
To light the cloudy sky;
With scorching heat and golden rays,
That shone upon those bygone days,
When birds were singing nigh.
To light the cloudy sky;
With scorching heat and golden rays,
That shone upon those bygone days,
When birds were singing nigh.
'Twould banish ice and snow away,
And paint a vernal scene;
The little brooks would ripple 'long,
The red bird would renew her song,
'Twould turn those hills to green.
And paint a vernal scene;
The little brooks would ripple 'long,
The red bird would renew her song,
'Twould turn those hills to green.
The violets that's sleeping now,
Far down beneath the snow,
Would soon in modesty conceal,
For fear their beauty might reveal,
Some harm to them I trow.
Far down beneath the snow,
Would soon in modesty conceal,
For fear their beauty might reveal,
Some harm to them I trow.
And all the wood that's sad and sear,
With spectral arms outspread,
Would don their cloaks of sparkling green,
The summer-dew would tint the sheen,
With beauty over head.
With spectral arms outspread,
Would don their cloaks of sparkling green,
The summer-dew would tint the sheen,
With beauty over head.
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The wood-land hills all robed with flowars,
That threw a sweet perfume,
It brings a yearning to my mind,
To leave drear wintry scenes behind,
And walk 'mong flowers of June.
That threw a sweet perfume,
It brings a yearning to my mind,
To leave drear wintry scenes behind,
And walk 'mong flowers of June.
The while I sit me by the fire,
Within my country home,
Fast falls the white, the silent snow,
And fierce the searching wind doth blow,
Defies my feet to roam.
Within my country home,
Fast falls the white, the silent snow,
And fierce the searching wind doth blow,
Defies my feet to roam.
Oh! for one ray of summer sun,
Though winter has its charms,
I'd gladly lay them all aside,
To breast the balmy summer's tide,
With zephyrs soft and calm.
Though winter has its charms,
I'd gladly lay them all aside,
To breast the balmy summer's tide,
With zephyrs soft and calm.
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