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Show VINTER JOYS. When the window pane Is crusted With :i fairyland of snow, And the wizzard Of the blizzard Has shut off his biting blow, When the morning's gold has busted Like a billow on the swamp, From my cozy, llosy, posy Neat I liy with Persian pomp.. Oh, mv spirit'8 bright find sunny, ; And joy' echoes in me wake, When I pour the shining honey On the Buckwheat cake. . Ob. the frosty Mr is bitter, And the poodle's eyeballs shine, And the chicken, Zero-stricken', Roosts upon the liors's spine. - Oh. the snowdrifts yleain and glitter With a gleaming, glaring gilt. And the sparrow, To his marrow, Bv old Boreas is hit, Yot I listen to him chirrup In the bramble and the brake, While I pour the maple lyrup On the " . Buckwheat cake; Oh, I watch the dumpy possum. As lie wags his tail in glee, While he's rooting, Or n-KCootlng. To escape tho frieasee. Willi his nose a frozen blossom Doth the small boy uow appear At the gateway, And he straightway-Moulds straightway-Moulds of snow the deadly sphere And I see the man who passea On his oar that snowball take, While I pour the rich molasses On the Buckwheat cake, New York Journal, |