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A DREAM IN WINTER.
Oh, the dewy mornings, in the happy country home!
When, at the peep of dawn,
I crossed the pearly lawn,
While the bantam-cock was calling me to Come, Come, Come!
For the hens had laid for me
Eggs one or two or three.
Oh, the dewy mornings! oh, the happy, happy home!
When, at the peep of dawn,
I crossed the pearly lawn,
While the bantam-cock was calling me to Come, Come, Come!
For the hens had laid for me
Eggs one or two or three.
Oh, the dewy mornings! oh, the happy, happy home!
Oh, the dewy morning, and the long, long Summer day!
When in the lanes we went,
Where the purple foxgloves leant,
Like sentinels to challenge us, across the way;
And in the hedges, higher,
From the blossom-laden briar
The pink-white petals fluttered, like butterflies at play.
When in the lanes we went,
Where the purple foxgloves leant,
Like sentinels to challenge us, across the way;
And in the hedges, higher,
From the blossom-laden briar
The pink-white petals fluttered, like butterflies at play.
Oh, the dewy mornings! They seem so far away
From the streets and houses here,
In the town so dull and drear,
Where the beautiful white snow itself is dirty gray.
Yet, like a sunny gleam
In Winter, comes the dream
Of Summer flowers and happy hours to come again some day!
From the streets and houses here,
In the town so dull and drear,
Where the beautiful white snow itself is dirty gray.
Yet, like a sunny gleam
In Winter, comes the dream
Of Summer flowers and happy hours to come again some day!
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