  Before the fire at night When all was quite still, I had nature’s sweetest dream, And its beautiful old green hills. Oh! that lovely photo, That appeared in the little blue blaze Showed summer with all its beauty And how the cattle used to graze. Then came a sigh, Though followed by a smile, For the summer’s balmy breeze Made me feel like a child. But dashed against the window The chilly howling winds That takes my vision in a snowdrift And how my heart does pine. |
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