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(A Christmas Circular Letter)
The city had withdrawn into itself / And left at last the country to the country; / When between whirls of snow not come to lie / And whirls of foliage not yet laid, there drove / A stranger to our yard, who looked the city, / Yet did in country fashion in that there / He sat and waited till he drew us out / A-buttoning coats to ask him who he was.