THE SNOW-STORM.
THE white snow is coming, hurrah, boys!
The keen air is full of its flakes;
Don't you hear its light touch at the window?
What a musical rustle it makes!
Hurrah, boys! Get up in the morning!
Dress warm, for the air will be chill;
Bring out the gay sled from its shelter,
And away to the sport on the hill.