The "Happy Year" Of 1914 An Hour From Dawn: The Snow Sweeps On As It Swept With Sleet Last Night: The Earth Around Breathes Never A Sound, Wrapped In Its Shroud Of White. A Waked Cock Crows Under The Snows; Then Silence. After While The Sky Grows Blue, And A Star Looks Through With A Kind O' Bitter Smile. A Whining Dog; An Axe On A Log, And A Muffled Voice That Calls: A Cow'S Long Low; Then Footsteps Slow Stamping Into The Stalls. A Bed Of Straw Where The Wind Blows Raw Through Cracks Of The Stable Door: A Child'S Small Cry, A Voice Nearby, That Says, "One Mouth The More." A Different Note In A Man'S Rough Throat As He Turns At An Entering Tread Satyrs! See! "My Woman She Was Brought Last Night To Bed!" A Cry Of"Halt!" "Ach! Ich Bin Kalt!" "A Spy!""No.""That Is Clear! There'S A Good Shake-Down I' The Jail In Town For Her!" And Then, "My Orders Here." A Shot, Sharp-Rolled As The Clouds Unfold: A Scream; And A Cry Forlorn... Clothed Red With Fire, Like The Heart'S Desire, Look Down The Christmas Morn. The Babe With Light Is Haloed Bright, And It Is Christmas Day: A Cry Of Woe; Then Footsteps Slow, And The Wild Guns, Far Away.