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We’ll see nicer ferns I’ll wager

Than a summer’s ever seen.

Ferns in winter? yes there’s plenty.

Will you only just look here

How frost fashions from plain water

Things so beautiful and queer.

Wait awhile! here’s beauty,

This stream bank’s frozen dirt

Boasts an edge as sweet and dainty

As a lady’s underskirt.

In summer this is lovely

But old winter has its charms

When these tender little trees stand round

With ice clothes on their arms.

It’s very quiet, but lonely never,

You can push these twigs apart

And in the softened stillness

Almost feel and hear God’s heart.

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