Beside the deep ravine the cottage stood, O'erlooking elm and willow, beech and birch, In growth profuse and wild o'er shady stream: And viewing cedar, oak and towering pine On yonder crest aglow with light. How grand The vision in the greenness of the spring, When birds of blue and scarlet vestments come; The greater glory of the summer time, When twinkling wings outvie the rarest flowers; Or ripeness of the fall, when richest green And gold and red in mass of tapestry Delight the eye. But now the scene is white, Resplendent white. No miser hand hath swept The vale and heights but Nature bountiful Of beauty dazzling pure, the season's own. The spotless path below, meandering midst O'erhang…
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