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January.

Cold the day and cold the drifted snow, Dim the day until the cold dark night.

[Stirs the fire.

Crackle, sparkle, fagot; embers glow: Some one may be plodding through the snow Longing for a light, For the light that you and I can show. If no one else should come, Here Robin Redbreast's welcome to a crumb, And never troublesome: Robin, why don't you come and fetch your crumb?