名人诗歌|Song by an Old Shepherd

When silver snow decks Sylvio's clothes，

And jewel hangs at shepherd's nose，

We can abide^{1 life's pelting2 storm，}

That makes our limbs quake， if our hearts be warm.

Whilst Virtue^{3 is our walking-staff，}

And Truth a lantern to our path，

We can abide life's pelting storm，

That makes our limbs quake， if our hearts be warm.

Blow， boisterous^{4 wind， stern winter frown，}

Innocence^{5 is a winter's gown.}

So clad， we'll abide life's pelting storm，

That makes our limbs quake， if our hearts be warm.