WINTER SONG.
SUMMER joys are o'er,
Flowerets bloom no more,
Wintry winds are sweeping;
Through the snow-drifts peeping,
Cheerful evergreen now no more is seen.
Now, no plumed throng
Charms the wood with song;
Ice-bound trees are glittering;
Merry snowbirds, twittering,
Fondly strive to cheer scenes so cold and drear.
Winter, still I see
Many charms in thee,—
Love thy chilly greeting,
Snowstorms fiercely beating,
And the dear delights of the long, long nights.
From the German.