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FEBRUARY.
O'er the hard-trodden frozen track
The gay sleighs speed along,
The iron hoof-beats keeping time
To many a wild old song,
And underneath the soft fur robes
Young hearts beat high and strong.
The gay sleighs speed along,
The iron hoof-beats keeping time
To many a wild old song,
And underneath the soft fur robes
Young hearts beat high and strong.
Midwinter! though we own thy reign
A tyrant's, yet, for all,
There are some. compensations still
Within thy frozen thrall!
With hope, and youth, and love for ours,
It's little grief to know
That all outside our fire-lit home
Is buried in the snow;
For when we live with those we love,
We bask in summer's glow.
A tyrant's, yet, for all,
There are some. compensations still
Within thy frozen thrall!
With hope, and youth, and love for ours,
It's little grief to know
That all outside our fire-lit home
Is buried in the snow;
For when we live with those we love,
We bask in summer's glow.
FEBRUARY.
There is a silence chill as death, and deep,
O'er all the stretch of wood, and field, and plain;
River and brook are hushed in noiseless sleep;
The fields wear garments white without a stain;
The bare gaunt trees are draped with glittering frost;
The sun will change each diamond flake to gold.
Night, pitying them, because their leaves were lost,
Covered their shivering limbs up from the cold
With fleecy frost, soft feathery fold on fold.
O'er all the stretch of wood, and field, and plain;
River and brook are hushed in noiseless sleep;
The fields wear garments white without a stain;
The bare gaunt trees are draped with glittering frost;
The sun will change each diamond flake to gold.
Night, pitying them, because their leaves were lost,
Covered their shivering limbs up from the cold
With fleecy frost, soft feathery fold on fold.
