The poetical works of John Mitchell . ties sweet, Having made, are such a treat; Ever hoping they may find, Rest from labor and of mind. 240 THE POETICAL WORKS OF Winters storms of sleet and snow,In their might and fury rest their wearied powers;Lengthened are the evening hours;In our homes, though, snug and warm,All are safe from cold and harm,Mid the raging of the storm. Cheering sounds now float about,Heard above the storm without,As the cellos thrilling tonesRise above the wintry , then soft, its notes now play,Een as lights and shades of daySlowly pass at length awa
The poetical works of John Mitchell . ties sweet, Having made, are such a treat; Ever hoping they may find, Rest from labor and of mind. 240 THE POETICAL WORKS OF Winters storms of sleet and snow,In their might and fury rest their wearied powers;Lengthened are the evening hours;In our homes, though, snug and warm,All are safe from cold and harm,Mid the raging of the storm. Cheering sounds now float about,Heard above the storm without,As the cellos thrilling tonesRise above the wintry , then soft, its notes now play,Een as lights and shades of daySlowly pass at length away. Ever mingling with the strain,Linked as by a hidden chain,On the evening air there all, pianos harmonious strains they as summer breezes come winters frost and snow. Musing on the scene around,A maiden sat, in thouglit profound;Resolving then, should naught prevent,Induced by love, if strength be some fine day, and in due time,Nimbly this scene to dress in rhyme. „,^ 8
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