WINTER EVENING HYMN.

WINTER EVENING HYMN.
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Cozy and quiet and warm and bright
For a book and a pipe in the winter night,
Safe and cheery and restfully sweet,
The dreams that come in the room’s woft heat;
Till, clanging and clanking spirit and soul. through
Comes the hymn of Maria: bring up some coal!” “John,

In summer’s balm and the days of gold,
When blossoms were bright on the meadow and wold;
In days of frolle in un and air.
With the roses red and the rare;
It was merry and mystic and magic and nice,
Till her voice called me to bring in In the ice.

And, when the blossoms of summer have flown,
And one cozies up by the chimney
alone, Lights his dudeen and sits down for a snooze,
After the glimpse through the col- umns of news;
The joy le complete till the shrill echoes roll;
“Now, John, don’t forget to bring up some coal!”

Some day, ah, my brethren of toll and of strife,
Vie’l vers, let us hope, a pleasant- er life;
Where in joy undisturbed we will find it so nice,
With no one to ask us to bring up the Ice:
Where in dreams unannoyed and by care undierest
From bringing up coal our poor bodies may rest.