Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1864-01-08
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sUENE IN A vBRMoNT WINTER.

lis a fe-tful night n ihe winter time,
~ cold asst over can be
rhs me- % the h.st Is heard ike the chime
y. the waves on IN angry sea.
The moon is full brt he7 silver lieht
The storm, deshcs nut with It's wings ,o.htkhtt
andoNet the sky from south to rr'th
Not star is seen A. he s'rf dJfnes forth
In the strength Of snsshN gtee.
All day h.e tse SNOW come down--all dag
AsN hNvef came down before;
Ard over the hills at sunset lay
= some two OF three feet or more;
The fences lost. aud the wal " M1Act
The Ninaowe Hooked and the weA.catbs gone
ihe hay stack had grown y 4 mountain IN
Aud the wood pile looked ifsc A monster drif
Asit lay by me farmers door.
The night sets IN on a world Of snow
While the NJ grows sharp and chill
And the warning roar Of the fearful blow
. 1 teMd on the distant hill
ana the Norther, see on the mountain psak
Z his breath how the old trees wrihe and shrek
he drives nom his nostrils the binding snow;
He shouts on the plains. Ho no ho.hOl
And gfo~is with savage trill.
Bach nigh, az this to be found abroad, &.
In the drifts aud the freezing air
Sits shivering dog. in the field by the road
With the snow IN his shaggy hair.
lie shuts his eyesto the wind and grovls;
We Hits his head and means and howls;
Then cronching low from the cutting sleet,
HE nose is pressed on his quivering feet
Fray what does the dog do there
A farmer came from the village plain,
But he Lost the travelled way;
And for hours he trod with might and main
path for his hofse and sleigh,
But colder still the cold wind blew,
And deeper still the deep dtift grew,
anu his mare, beautiful Morgan brown,
At last In her struggles hOundered down,
where log In hollow lay.
in vain, with a neigh and a frenzied snort,
She plunged in the drifting snow
While her master urged. Til his breath grew short,
With word and gentle blow.
But the snow deep and the tugs were tight;
His hands were numb aud ad lost their might
SO he Wallowed back to his half filed sleigh,
And strove 70 shelter himself till day,
With his coat and the buffalo.
He has given the las, faint jerk Of the rein,
To rouse up his dying s;eed
And the poor dog howls 10 the blast in vain
For help In his masters need.
For = while he strives, with wstf1i ory
10 catch glance from his drowsy Eve,
And wags his tail u the rude Winds Dap
The skirt Of the buffalo over his lap
Aud whines when he takes no heed
The wind goes down and the storm is DER
lis che hour Of midnight, past
The old trees writhe and bend no more
In the whirl OF the rushing blast
The silent moon, with her peaceful light,
Looks down on tn hills with snow all white,
And the q mt shadow Of Canel's Hump.
The blasted pine aud the ghusty stump,
AfA on the plain are cast
But cold and dead, by the hidden log
Are they who came from the town
The man in his sleigh and bis faithful dog
And his beautiful Morgan brown;
In the white snow desert. far and grand,
With his cap on his head and his rtns in his hand,
The dog with his nose on his masters feet
And the mare half seen through the cfusted sleet
Where she lay when she foundered down.
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