E’en in winter the country has right to the claim
Of charms equal to summer; to be sure, not the same.
See winter, stern monarch, as borne on the gale,
He comes armed cap-a-pie in his white coat of mail;
Behold what a change he hath wrought in one night,
He has robed the whole country in pure spotless white.
He fails not to visit us once every year,
But finds us prepared for him—meets with good cheer,
And a most cordial welcome from all of us here.
When with us he’s quite civil and very polite,