<h2><SPAN name="A_WINTERS_WALK" id="A_WINTERS_WALK"></SPAN>A WINTER'S WALK.</h2>
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<br/>Gleamed the red sun athwart the misty haze
<br/>Which veiled the cold earth from its loving gaze,
<br/>Feeble and sad as hope in sorrow's hour—
<br/>But for thy soul it still hath warmth and power;
<br/>Not to its cheerless beauty wert thou blind;
<br/>To the keen eye of thy poetic mind
<br/>Beauty still lives, though nature's flowrets die,
<br/>And wintry sunsets fade along the sky!
<br/>And naught escaped thee as we strolled along,
<br/>Nor changeful ray, nor bird's faint chirping song.
<br/>Blessed with a fancy easily inspired,
<br/>All was beheld, and nothing unadmired;
<br/>From the dim city to the clouded plain,
<br/>Not one of all God's blessings given in vain.
<br/>—<i>Hon. Mrs. Norton.</i>
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