WHEN SNOW LIES DEEP

HEN frost has burned the hedges
black,

And children cannot sleep for cold ;
When snow lies deep on the withered leaves,
And roofs are white from ridge to eaves ;
When bread is dear, and work is slack,

Take pity on the poor and old!

The faggot and the loaf of bread
You could not miss would be their store.
Upon how little the old can live !
Give like the poor — who freely give.
Remember, when the fire burns red
The wolf leaves sniffing at the door.
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