THE SNOW-STORM.



THE white snow is coming, hurrah, boys! 

The keen air is full of its flakes; 

Don't you hear its light touch at the window? 

What a musical rustle it makes!

Hurrah, boys! Get up in the morning!

Dress warm, for the air will be chill; 

Bring out the gay sled from its shelter,

And away to the sport on the hill.