In Praise Of Snow

The times have changed no doubt of that,

     Since days of long ago;

There was a time, I recollect,

     When people welcomed snow.

But now it is so different,

     Wherever you may go,

When skies are overcast you’ll hear:

     “Gee whizz! I hope ‘twon’t snow!”

The big policeman on the beat,

     The letter carrier, too;

The butcher man, the grocer man,

     All make a big “to-do”.

The auto-fiend has joined the ranks

     And sounds his note of woe;

“We do not mind the rain,” they say,

     “If only it won’t snow.”

Humanity on every hand

     Reviles the mantle white;

No one appears to revel in

     The fair and wondrous sight.

But hold! There are a few who sing

     Its praises soft and low;

The poet cops a check or two

     From poems writ on snow.

Dec. 3, 1912