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MANITOBA.

O neighbors, neighbors, rouse you! Quick!
My hearth is empty and forlorn,
My heart is empty, faint and sick,
For John came dragging home at morn
Two frozen limbs, and oh! and oh!
My boy left buried in the snow!
Nay, blame not John. The day was wild
With driving snow that drowned his face.
The hidden sleigh now holds my child,
The horse stands frozen in his place.
Come, neighbors, quick! Be not so slow!
My boy lies buried in the snow.
The snow is frozen; follow me!
Like ice this gleaming sea of snow!
And far across the frozen sea
The mound where he is lying low.
Oh, like to gold his hair; his eyes
Were borrowed bits of yonder skies.

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I clad my boy as best I had.
The sleigh sped ringing toward the mill.
My boy! my poor, lost farmer lad!
Oh, that I had you with me still!
Why, I would give these snowy lands
To knit two mittens for his hands!
But, neighbors, neighbors, here! Behold
This mound of snow, this broken place!
A sweet face in a sheen of gold!
Oh! two blue eyes laughing in my face!
My boy, my boy, safe, sound and well,
Breaks like a chicken from his shell!