When Snows Are Deep 



trees, when all paths and trails and 

 roadways have been freshly buried, 

 when Aeolian waves of harmony rise 

 with muffled roar and die away and 

 rise again as the swaying wood re- 

 sponds to the baton of the master of 

 the storm. Do not hurry. And now 

 and then "stop, look and listen." 

 Some train de luxe, with its ill-venti- 

 lated steam-heated compartments and 

 deluded passengers on their way to 

 scenes supposed to surpass those in 

 the midst of which you are standing, 

 may be flying somewhere in the far 

 distance, but you are safe. You are 

 not only in no danger so far as any 

 actual impact is concerned, but the 

 atmosphere in which you are enveloped 

 would analyze quite free from toxins. 

 I know the Pullmans are thoroughly 

 disinfected at the end of each trip. 

 But the fact that this is necessary 

 supplies the proof that people will 

 leave home to run into that which finds 

 no abiding place under this old bass- 

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