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Show THE GLORIES OF WINTER I met him on tho corner where I saw his breath congeal, And he spoke from furs that covered him almost from head to heel; Ah,' but this la lovely weather! Stirs a follows blood, you know; U I could I think I'd always havo It ten degrees below; Tako a cold bath every morning, sleep out on tho porch at night Nothing llko it If you're anxious to keep feeling fit and right. In the hovels people shivered, children chil-dren who were 1161111 cla'd Heard the frosted windows ratt'.o and neglected to bo glad; Through tho storm the doctors hurried, hur-ried, wearied from long lack ot rest. Many a weeping mother vainly clasped clasp-ed ft dead babe to her breast: Through the city Death went stalking, striking down the young and old, And the gaunt cab horses shivered as they stood out In the cold. 1 met her In a parlor, where she lolled in luxury; Ah, sho said, this Is tho season that brings greatest joy to me: How I love to hear tho creaking ot tho wheels upon tho snow; What a Joy thero Is In living when It Is ten degrees below! Spring tlmo brings Its fragrant blossoms, blos-soms, but I feel supremo delight. When tho wind blows from tho north land and the world is clothed in whlto. ny the curb an old man tumbled; at his side bis shovel lay, And his poor, thin coat wa.s fluttered by tho wind that howled away; Pallid children crouched where sad ness could not be Induced to leave, In tho hovels women shivered and forgot all but to grieve; through tho city death went stalking ' ""madly striking rlghtand left Whero tho little, gloomoal bins of all contents wero,fc. |
