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You can sit by a fire on a cold winter night,
lie in the sun when the weather's right.
You can warm your hands where the wood stove glows,
adorn a cozy coat when the west wind blows.
But no greater warmth will you come to know
than that which comes from watching your little child grow.
What you cannot do, although at times you try,
is to keep those young years
from passing on by.
By Ray J. WhittierYou can sit by a fire on a cold winter night,
lie in the sun when the weather's right.
You can warm your hands where the wood stove glows,
adorn a cozy coat when the west wind blows.
But no greater warmth will you come to know
than that which comes from watching your little child grow.
What you cannot do, although at times you try,
is to keep those young years
from passing on by.