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Potpourri Driven by the four faces of the wind
Flakes of winter snow bestrew the earth
Painting their pale visages ungrinned
Busily adding weight and increasing girth
From whence are we bequeathed this blanket cold
cycled in between warmth and rain
Though precious as elusive veins of gold
It is not sought and at our feet is lain
Its universal worth oft goes unseen
And man awaits its final wane
Its need is more than wealth and flora green
And covers all for which we search in vain
Without its blesséd covered bed
There is not could raise its withered head.
