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'Twas not so many years ago	A
Say twenty two or three	B
When zero weather or below	A
Held many a thrill for me	B
Then in my icy room I slept	C
A youngster's sweet repose	D
And always on my form I kept	C
My flannel underclothes	D
Then I was roused by sudden shock	E
Though still to sleep I strove	F
I knew that it was seven o'clock	E
When father shook the stove	F
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I never heard him quit his bed	G
Or his alarm clock ring	H
I never heard his gentle tread	G
Or his attempts to sing	H
The sun that found my window pane	I
On me was wholly lost	J
Though many a sunbeam tried in vain	I
To penetrate the frost	J
To human voice I never stirred	K
But deeper down I dove	L
Beneath the covers when I heard	K
My father shake the stove	F
	-
To day it all comes back to me	B
And I can hear it still	M
He seemed to take a special glee	B
In shaking with a will	M
He flung the noisy dampers back	N
Then rattled steel on steel	O
Until the force of his attack	N
The building seemed to feel	O
Though I'd a youngster's heavy eyes	D
All sleep from them he drove	F
It seemed to me the dead must rise	D
When father shook the stove	F
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Now radiators thump and pound	P
And every room is warm	Q
And modern men new ways have found	P
To shield us from the storm	Q
The window panes are seldom glossed	J
The way they used to be	B
The pictures left by old Jack Frost	J
Our children never see	B
And now that he has gone to rest	R
In God's great slumber grove	F
I often think those days were best	R
When father shook the stove	F

Edgar Albert Guest

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