Snow Storm

<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <h5 id="id00416">A SNOW STORM.</h5> <p id="id00417">I hear the wintry wind again,<br/> I see the blinding snow,<br/> Pil'd high, by eddying winds, in heaps,<br/> No matter where I go.<br/></p> <p id="id00418">The storm is raging hard, without;<br/> But let us not complain,<br/> For fiercely tho' it rages now,<br/> A calm will come again.<br/></p> <p id="id00419">And, though the wildly raging storm<br/> Makes all things bleak and bare,<br/> Beside the fire we brave it well,<br/> And closer draw our chair.<br/></p> <p id="id00420">In social fellowship, our hearts<br/> With kindly thoughts grow warm;<br/> Then is there not a pleasant side,<br/> E'en to a raging storm?<br/></p> <p id="id00421">And when the angry storm has calm'd,<br/> As ev'ry storm must do,<br/> Then, sure, the tempest's handiwork,<br/> Has pleasant features, too.<br/></p> <p id="id00422">An artist's eye would look around,<br/> Upon these calmer days,<br/> And view the pure white heaps of snow,<br/> With pleas'd and puzzl'd gaze.<br/></p> <p id="id00423">Like purest marble, deftly carv'd,<br/> They stretch o'er vale and hill,<br/> Fair monuments, not made by man,<br/> But rear'd by nature's skill.<br/></p> <p id="id00424">The sweeping curve, the graceful arch,<br/> The line so firm and free;<br/> A skilful sculptor well might say:<br/> "Can this teach aught to me?"<br/></p> <p id="id00425">The trees are rob'd in purest white,<br/> And gleaming atoms shine<br/> From out the snow, beneath the sun,<br/> Like stones from Ophir's mine.<br/></p> <p id="id00426">The merry shouts of busy men<br/> Sound, as they dig the snow;<br/> And, when the way is clear, the bells<br/> With joyful jingle, go.<br/></p> <p id="id00427">Then who shall say the tempest's work<br/> Brings more of pain than joy;<br/> Or that the evil things, to us<br/> Are pain, without alloy?<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />