“FROST PICTURES."
Silent and slow the snow came down
Covering the earth and tree and town
All night long—‘twas a lovely sight
When sun rose clear and bright
And the rays from his radiant face
Shot out across the quiet place
They came to my window glancing in
Under the icicle lambrequin;
O, The picture they painted there
Human skill never made so fair
There were fern leaves traced by fairy hands
And Palms and shrubs from foreign lands
A forest up on the mountain side
And stately oaks in all their pride
A water fall of frozen foam
A shy young hare that had lost its home
Long pine needles here and there
And bits of crystal everywhere
The sleeping town awoke at length
But the sun was up in all its strength
And the picture on the window pane
Had faded never to come again
A little bird on the window sill
Chirruped a while, and then was still
The village life was soon begun
Where it had stopped at set of sun.
YI