There are those who meet death on the foam,—
But greater are those who, unheralded, battle
With Fate for the loved ones at home!
[IN SLEIGHING TIME]
There is magic in the jingle of the sleighbells, don’t you know,
That sets the blood a-tinglin’ till the cheeks are all a-glow;
An’ the cares that press upon one, in the merry winter weather,
At the jingle of the sleighbells dance off lighter than a feather,—
How the jingle,