LOVE—WHERE YOU GO!
Love, where you go December's air grows warm,
Birds bend the barren branches to their song
And flowers spring, your coming steps to charm.
Bursting the band of ice, and frosty thong.
Over the highways prisoned in by snow
They fling a garden in old winter's scorn!
Saying, "The lovely spring is here... we know!"
The sombre heart of midnight pales to morn
Love—
where
you
go.—
Birds bend the barren branches to their song
And flowers spring, your coming steps to charm.
Bursting the band of ice, and frosty thong.
Over the highways prisoned in by snow
They fling a garden in old winter's scorn!
Saying, "The lovely spring is here... we know!"
The sombre heart of midnight pales to morn
Love—
where
you
go.—
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