FROST PICTURES."


 


Silent and slow the snow came down


Covering the earth and tree and town


All night long—‘twas a lovely sight


When sun rose clear and bright


 


And the rays from his radiant face


Shot out across the quiet place 


They came to my window glancing in


Under the icicle lambrequin;


 


O, The picture they painted there


Human skill never made so fair


There were fern leaves traced by fairy hands


And Palms and shrubs from foreign lands


 


A forest up on the mountain side


And stately oaks in all their pride


A water fall of frozen foam


A shy young hare that had lost its home


 


Long pine needles here and there


And bits of crystal everywhere


The sleeping town awoke at length


But the sun was up in all its strength


 


And the picture on the window pane


Had faded never to come again


A little bird on the window sill


Chirruped a while, and then was still


 


The village life was soon begun


Where it had stopped at set of sun.


 


YI