Farm house on a December e’en
Not another soul to be seen
Floor-boards creak and foundation moans
The cold slips in and settles in the bones
Oh solitude on a winter night
Too near you are and bring affright
To one who sits without a fire
And thinks on his condition, wholly dire
To be away from kith and kin
And the jubilance of other men
Is to stand among the snow-bank deep
And in the drifts bitterly weep
Yet thoughts of one, across the wind
With the geese come lofting in
Moonlit flights across the night sky
Purge the frost with the chorus high
Honk! Honk! they ring through the numbing air
The gaggle sings without a care
Honk! Honk! they cry from afar
Honk! Honk! And they are no more
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