Yes, punctual to the time, thou'er here again
As still thou art:--though frost or rain may vary
And icicles blockade the rockbird's aery
Or sluggish snow lie heavy on the plain
Yet thou, sweet child of hoary January
Art here to harbinger the laggard train
Of veral flower,of duteous missionary
Nor cold can blight ,nor fog thy pureness stain
Beneath the dripping eaves, or on the slope
Of cottage garden, whether marker'd or no
Thy meek head bends in undistinguish'd row
Blessing upon thee, gentle bud of hope
And nature bless the spot where thou dost grow
Young life from thy kindred snow