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ON A WARM DAY IN WINTER.

Or winter, when the mocking skies grow mild,

Find their hope naught, and must endure again

The snows and winds and frosts that buffet them.

But not so sad their hap, for well they know

That soon the whirling snows will cease, and soon

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The eager spring will smile, and all things bloom.

W. T.

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