Plant flowers in the soul’s front yard,
Set out new shade and blossom trees,
An’ let the soul once froze an’ hard,
Sprout crocuses of new ideas.
Yes, clean yer house, an’ clean yer shed,—Sam Walter Foss
An’ clean yer barn in ev’ry part;
But brush the cobwebs from yer head,
An’ sweep the snow banks from yer heart.