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- WHEN calm is the night, and the stars shine bright,
- The sleigh glides smooth and cheerily;
- And mirth and jest abound,
- While all is still around,
- Save the horses' trampling sound,
- And the horse-bells tinkling merrily.
- But when the drifting snow in the traveller's face shall blow,
- And hail is driving drearily,
- And the wind is shrill and loud,
- Then no sleigh shall stir abroad,
- Nor along the beaten road
- Shall the horse-bells tinkle merrily.
- But to-night the skies are clear, and we have not to fear
- That the time should linger wearily;
- For good-humor has a charm
- Even winter to disarm,
- And our cloaks shall wrap us warm,
- And the bells shall tinkle merrily.
- John Shaw
- WHO has robbed the ocean cave,
- To tinge thy lips with coral hue?
- Who from India's distant wave
- For thee those pearly treasures drew?
- Who, from yonder orient sky,
- Stole the morning of thine eye?
- Thousand charms, thy form to deck,
- From sea, and earth, and air are torn;
- Roses bloom upon thy cheek,
- On thy breath their fragrance borne.
- Guard thy bosom from the day,
- Lest thy snows should melt away.
- But one charm remains behind,
- Which mute earth can ne'er impart;
- Nor in ocean wilt thou find,
- Nor in the circling air, a heart.
- Fairest! wouldst thou perfect be,
- Take, oh take that heart from me.
- John Shaw
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