Shovelling Snow

By Harry Edward Mills

Sparkling eyes, cheeks aglow,
See him shovelling through the snow.
Few will tread his opened way,
None his labors will repay;
Hear him humming soft and low,
As he shovels in the snow.
At a humble window see
Picture fair as fair can be;
Maidenhood in rustic bloom
Standing by an idle broom.
How the blushes come and go
As she sees the flying snow.
Simple hearts so young and warm,
Love has taken you by storm.
May the winters as they roll,
Closer bind you soul to soul;
May your heaven here below
Be as spotless as the snow.

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