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Her brittle toys, restores me to myself.
How calm is my recess, and how the frost,
Raging abroad, and the rough wind, endear,
The filence and the warmth enjoy'd within.
I saw the woods and fields, at close of day,
A variegated show; the meadows green,
Though faded; and the lands, where lately wav'd
The golden harvest, of a mellow brown,
Upturn'd fo lately by the forceful share,
I saw far off the weedy fallows smile
With verdure not unprofitable, graz’d
By flocks, fast feeding and selecting each
His fav'rite herb; while all the leafless
That skirt th’horizon, wore a sable hue,
Scarce notic'd in the kindred dusk of eve.
To-morrow brings a change, a total change!
Which even now, though silently perform'd,
And slowly, and by most unfelt, the face
Of universal nature undergoes.
Fast falls a fleecy show'r: the downy flakes
Descending, and, with never-ceasing lapse,
Softly alighting upon all below,
Assimilate all objects. Earth receives
Gladly the thick’ning mantle, and the
green And tender blade, that fear’d the chilling blast, Escapes unhurt beneath so warm a veil.
In such a world, fo thorny, and where none
Finds happiness unblighted, or, if found,
Without some thistly sorrow at its side,
It seems the part of wisdom, and no sin
Against the law of love, to measure lots
With less distinguish'd than ourselves, that thus
We may with patience bear our mod’rate ills,
And sympathize with others, suff’ring more.
Ill fares the trav’ller now, and he that stalks
In pond'rous boots beside his reeking team,
The wain goes heavily, impeded fore
By congregated loads adhering close
To the clogg'd wheels; and in its Nuggish pace,
Noiseless, appears a moving hill of fnow.
The toiling steeds expand the noftril wide,
While ev'ry breath, by respiration strong
Forc'd downward, is consolidated soon
Upon their jutting chests. He, form’d to bear
The pelting brunt of the tempestuous night,
With half-shut eyes, and pucker'd cheeks, and teeth
Presented bare against the storm, plods on.
One hand secures his hat, save when with both
He brandishes his pliant length of whip,
Resounding oft, and never heard in vain.
Oh happy! and, in my account, denied
That sensibility of pain with which
Refinement is endu'd, thrice happy thou.
Thy frame, robust and hardy, feels indeed
The piercing cold, but feels it unimpair’d.
The learned finger never need explore
Thy vig’rous pulse, and the unhealthful East,
That breathes the spleen, and searches ev'ry bone
Of the infirm, is wholesome air to thee.
Thy days roll on exempt from household care ;
Thy waggon is thy wife; and the
That drag the dull companion to and fro,
Thine helpless charge, dependent on thy care.
Ah, treat them kindly! rude as thou appear'st,
Yet show that thou hast mercy, which the great,
With needless hurry whirl’d from place to place,
Humane as they would seem, not always show.
Poor, yet industrious, modeft, quiet, neat,
Such claim compassion in a night like this,
And have a friend in ev'ry feeling heart.
Warm’d, while it lasts, by labor, all day long
They brave the season, and yet find at eve,
Ill clad and fed but sparely, time to cool.
The frugal housewife trembles when she lights
Her scanty stock of brush-wood, blazing clear,
But dying soon, like all terrestrial joys.
The few small embers left she nurses well,
And while her infant race, with outspread hands
And crowded knees, fit cow'ring o'er the sparks,
Retires, content to quake, so they be warm’d.
The man feels least, as more inur'd than she
To winter, and the current in his veins
More briskly mov'd by his feverer toil;
Yet he too finds his own distress in theirs.
taper foon extinguish'd, which I saw
Dangled along at the cold finger's end
Just when the day declin’d, and the brown loaf
Lodg’d on the shelf, half-eaten without fauce
Of sav'ry cheese, or butter costlier still,
Sleep seems their only refuge : for, alas !
penury is felt the thought is chain'd,
And sweet colloquial pleasures are but few.
With all this thrift they thrive not. All the care
Ingenious parsimony takes, but just
Saves the small inventory, bed and stool,
Skillet and old carv'd chest, from public sále.
They live, and live without extorted alms
From grudging hands, but other boast have nona