The poetical works of Edwin Oscar Gale . E SNOWSTORM. Across the dreary prairie, how keen the cold wind every shifting quarter descend the blinding masquerading nature assumes fantastic formAs does the snowy travler, slow struggling through the black and starless vestments of heavy burdened skyShut out familiar objects, and those which may be nighAre by their snowy mantles so perfectly questioning touches only can figures be revealed. On such a night forbidding, how doubly blest the cheerThat home and its plain comforts, bring unto me, my se
The poetical works of Edwin Oscar Gale . E SNOWSTORM. Across the dreary prairie, how keen the cold wind every shifting quarter descend the blinding masquerading nature assumes fantastic formAs does the snowy travler, slow struggling through the black and starless vestments of heavy burdened skyShut out familiar objects, and those which may be nighAre by their snowy mantles so perfectly questioning touches only can figures be revealed. On such a night forbidding, how doubly blest the cheerThat home and its plain comforts, bring unto me, my see the lighted window, when toils of day are the greeting which meets me at the children by our hearth-stone with smiles of welcome meet,The glowing grate inviting to warm my slippered hail the bright surroundings, lock out external in the joys that center in our delightful prattle of our children, the story read aloud, 350 •ali^y ^- ¥^y To ft- \ >^^4-l^; :> I J l> ,-- y. ; *? ^1, ^ ^ x/J-M^r - *, ,ll^^- •.; ? ?, ,f v» -i In such a night forbidding, how doubly blest the cheerThat home with its plain comforts, bring unto me, my dear. Is company congenial, not found in stilted crowd;We conjure up the pictures among the embers glow,The bright, familiar pictures of sunshine and of on the changes as borne along the tide,But ever with contentment—we drifted side by side—And this I know, my darling, we never will complain,If, drifting down together, together we remain. December i, 1889. TO MY WIFE WHILE ABSENT IN MAINE. I am glad to be with you this morn,On the shore of the far stretching although you may think you are gone,You are never far absent from am happy to feel it is delighted in knowing tis in thought you are always with us,As are home and its loved ones with you. I am strolling with you on the beach,I am watching the swells chafing my vision n
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