| Sparkling eyes, cheeks aglow,
See him shovelling through the snow. Few will tread his opened way, None his labors will repay; Hear him humming soft and low, As he shovels in the snow. At a humble window see Picture fair as fair can be; Maidenhood in rustic bloom Standing by an idle broom. How the blushes come and go As she sees the flying snow. Simple hearts so young and warm, Love has taken you by storm. May the winters as they roll, Closer bind you soul to soul; May your heaven here below Be as spotless as the snow. __Harry Edward Mills. |
Select Sunflowers
Harry Edward Mills
(Fort Scott: Sunflower Press. 1901)
Pages 16-17
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