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<h2>The Snowman in the Yard</h2>
<h3> (For Thomas Augustine Daly) </h3>
<p>The Judge's house has a splendid porch, with pillars and steps of stone,<br/>
And the Judge has a lovely flowering hedge that came from across the seas;<br/>
In the Hales' garage you could put my house and everything I own,<br/>
And the Hales have a lawn like an emerald and a row of poplar trees.<br/>
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Now I have only a little house, and only a little lot,<br/>
And only a few square yards of lawn, with dandelions starred;<br/>
But when Winter comes, I have something there<br/>
that the Judge and the Hales have not,<br/>
And it's better worth having than all their wealth —<br/>
it's a snowman in the yard.<br/>
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The Judge's money brings architects to make his mansion fair;<br/>
The Hales have seven gardeners to make their roses grow;<br/>
The Judge can get his trees from Spain and France and everywhere,<br/>
And raise his orchids under glass in the midst of all the snow.<br/>
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But I have something no architect or gardener ever made,<br/>
A thing that is shaped by the busy touch of little mittened hands:<br/>
And the Judge would give up his lonely estate, where the level snow is laid<br/>
For the tiny house with the trampled yard,<br/>
the yard where the snowman stands.<br/>
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They say that after Adam and Eve were driven away in tears<br/>
To toil and suffer their life-time through,<br/>
because of the sin they sinned,<br/>
The Lord made Winter to punish them for half their exiled years,<br/>
To chill their blood with the snow, and pierce<br/>
their flesh with the icy wind.<br/>
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But we who inherit the primal curse, and labour for our bread,<br/>
Have yet, thank God, the gift of Home, though Eden's gate is barred:<br/>
And through the Winter's crystal veil, Love's roses blossom red,<br/>
For him who lives in a house that has a snowman in the yard.<br/></p>
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