I see the willows in the wood
The branches wave like willows should
They sweep the air in mock surprise
To shake the dreamdust from my eyes
For dreaming is what I do best
When I no longer can protest
The world about me and its pain
That cries aloud again, again
Oh Blessed Lord, have mercy please
I come to You on bended knees
Help save me from old Satan’s might
Should he discover me some night !
Now here it is, tis come at last
That cold and windy winter’s blast
With ice and snow and crippling sleet
For who can manage on his feet ?
The chill invades most everywhere
How will the birds take to the air,
The squirrels nestled in their dens
Will shiver much before this ends.
While all God’s creatures in the yard
Must find the going rather hard
Dear Lord above, please hear our plea
And save us from calamity !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 