Brings you safely to the earth, Guides you through the wintry gales?" "He who tells the birds to sing, He who sends the April flowers, He who ripens all the fruit, That great Master, he is ours." -E. A. Rand. STAND THE SNOW-SHOWER. TAND here by my side and turn, I pray, On the lake below thy gentle eyes; The clouds hang over it heavy and gray, And dark and silent the water lies; And out of that frozen mist the snow, In wavering flakes, begins to flow; Flake after flake, They sink in the dark and silent lake. See how in a living swarm they come From the chambers beyond that misty veil; Some hover awhile in air, and some Rush prone from the sky like summer hail. All, dropping swiftly, or settling slow, Dissolved in the dark and silent lake. Here delicate snow-stars, out of the cloud, Like spangles dropped from the glistening crowd, Flake after flake All drowned in the dark and silent lake. And some, as on tender wings they glide From their chilly birth-cloud, dim and gray, Are joined in their fall, and, side by side, Come clinging along their unsteady way; As friend with friend, or husband with wife, Makes hand in hand the passage of life; Each mated flake Soon sinks in the dark and silent lake. Lo! while we are gazing, in swifter haste Stream down the snows, till the air is white, As, myriads by myriads madly chased, They fling themselves from their shadowy height. The fair frail creatures of middle sky, What speed they make, with their grave so nigh; Flake after flake, To lie in the dark and silent lake! I see in thy gentle eyes a tear; They turn to me in sorrowful thought; Thou thinkest of friends, the good and dear, Who were for a time, and now are not; Like those fair children of cloud and frost, That glisten a moment and then are lost, Flake after flake All lost in the dark and silent lake. Yet look again, for the clouds divide; A sunbeam falls from the opening skies. At rest in the dark and silent lake. - William Cullen Bryant. WE THE SNOW-STORM. E are free! we are free! the snowflakes cried, Now we're whirling, and twirling, and dancing around, And gently sinking to the ground. The jolly north wind! how he makes us fly, We're dashing out this way, and that way again, Then away, away, away, away, We'll make a track for the merry sleigh; We're drifting high, ah! ah! here's fun For the boys and girls When school is done. Now we're whirling, and twirling, and dancing around, And gently sinking to the ground. - Selected. THE DISAPPOINTED SNOWFLAKES. FOUR and twenty snowflakes came tumbling from the sky, And said, "Let's make a snow drift We can if we but try.". And lighted on the ground, With four and twenty flakes." And smiled at the array, And the disappointed snowflakes Melted quietly away. -Selected. IT IT SNOWS! IT SNOWS! T snows! yes, it snows! and the children are wild, And the wee baby-girl, with her mittens so bright. Till their cheeks are as red as the roses, and more; Then the elfin of twelve and the boy of fifteen And shout, each with each, as the youngsters, arrayed But the children, at length, tired out with their play, |