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To softly tinge the cheek, with healthful glow, 
And give the spirits their elastic flow. 
Thou shed’st thy blessings with a bounteous hand, 
Dressing our prairies with thy gorgeous dyes, 
And sending forth fresh choristers — a band 
Of feathered minstrels — to the deep blue skies, 
Pouring their offerings of love and song, 
And teaching us a lesson pure and strong! 
Thy genial influence toucheth mind and heart; 
The tender impulse and the purpose high, 
Quick into being at thy coming start, 
And raise the soul from earth, beyond the sky; 
Thy fragrant garlands Nature’s altars wreathe, 
As our full hearts to God their incense breathe. 
Turn where we will, and Earth’s rich offerings vie 
In teachings to the soul of trust and love; 
The towering Snowball lifts its head on high, 
In grateful homage { to the things above; ’ 
