Written for the "Martha Washington Court Journal". br br br br Down cold snow-stretches of our bitter time, br When windy shams and the rain-mocking sleet br Of Trade have cased us in such icy rime br That hearts are scarcely hot enough to beat, br Thy fame, O Lady of the lofty eyes, br Doth fall along the age, like as a lane br Of Spring, in whose most generous boundaries br Full many a frozen virtue warms again.