Salt Lake Herald-Republican | 1918-02-28 | Page 7 | The Winter Fire

i pa Pa TI r 4 vt The Winter Fire II 4 BY ANNE PORTER JOHNSON I In The Peoples People's Home Journal I r The lIme sullen fullen s sky is pouting behind its spun drab-spun veil The drowsy atm sun is s ma napping along a n misty trail Upon the cloaked brown hilltop the b bare re black branches rise rise Outlined like long arms empty against the winter skies Though Nature 0 oer o'er er tho the landscape a n somber robe may r throw Through till nIl the cold gray bleakness the winter fire will glow When winter nights are aro and wistfully I gaze At fair and hallowed faces that peep out omit from tho blaze blaze- blaze blaze- When all the tile room is quiet and dreams are are arc in my my e eyes es Ah Au then my heart is filled with sweet s surprise For when across my hearthstone the radiant ra visions walk The lonely 10 night turns friendly thc the winter fire Lire will talk