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They sing of spring and summer months,
Of autumn too they sing; But who has yet admired thy charms,
Thou stormy, snow-crown'd king ?
In ev'ry vale, on ev'ry height,
Thou hast thy beauties too, Not less attractive than the flowers
When bright with gems of dew.
There's beauty in the silver threads
Thou hangest on the trees; And music in their branches, made
By ev'ry rustling breeze.
There's beauty in thy frost-work rare,
O'erspreading ev'ry pane; There's beauty in those icy links
Which now the rills enchain.
The stars of winter brightly burn,
Like jewels in the sky; And the long streamers of the north
Have now their deepest dye.
And there is beauty in the glow
Of winter's blazing hearth, When round it, through long evenings, sit
The best beloved of earth.