There's snow on the fields,
And cold in the cottage,
While I sit in the chimney nook
Supping hot pottage.
My clothes are soft and warm,
Fold upon fold,
But I'm so sorry for the poor
Out in the cold.
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Quotes of the Day
Be glad the obstacles are there; consider how difficult it would be to climb a smooth mountain.
by John Vance Cheney
Wide awake, now, mind your eye,
She will think on 't by and by;
She will see — perhaps — she may,
'Gin to-morrer, not to-day.
" Be true to me,
Furgit, " says she,
Jest as it may ...