THE SLEIGH-RIDE.
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The avalanche burst from the mountain's side
And crushed the mighty trees,
Ran down the crags in seas, a deathly tide;
And men grew pale, and on the gale
Rang curse and prayer allied.
And crushed the mighty trees,
Ran down the crags in seas, a deathly tide;
And men grew pale, and on the gale
Rang curse and prayer allied.
From night the morning came. The red sun flush
Lay on the highlands bleak;
And in the dreamy air there was a hush,
And on the dismal scene there was a blush
Like shame on anger's cheek;
But never home came lamb or maiden more,
Down, down the mountain's steep.
But, fright'ning the old wives, when tempests roar,
Her voice calls clear on night's dead ear
The lamb's name as before.
Lay on the highlands bleak;
And in the dreamy air there was a hush,
And on the dismal scene there was a blush
Like shame on anger's cheek;
But never home came lamb or maiden more,
Down, down the mountain's steep.
But, fright'ning the old wives, when tempests roar,
Her voice calls clear on night's dead ear
The lamb's name as before.
THE SLEIGH-RIDE.
Bright gleam the golden stars spangling the blue,
Round the white moon lifts her splendor to view,—
Low in the west the faint light of day
Dies in its red flush softly away;
Pearl-clear the snow robe spread o'er the land,
White with the frost flowers all the trees stand.
Round the white moon lifts her splendor to view,—
Low in the west the faint light of day
Dies in its red flush softly away;
Pearl-clear the snow robe spread o'er the land,
White with the frost flowers all the trees stand.
Bring up the courser! hang on the bells!
Hurrah for a sleigh-ride o'er hills and o'er dells!
In 'mid the fur robes! slacken the rein,—
Away like the wind o'er the hard beaten plain!
Hurrah for a sleigh-ride o'er hills and o'er dells!
In 'mid the fur robes! slacken the rein,—
Away like the wind o'er the hard beaten plain!
