The wood-pile, too, is playing hide; The kennel of that friend so tried, (The old watch-dog,) The grindstone standing by its side. The bustling cock looks out aghast No spot to scratch him a repast Up curves his head, Starts the dull hamlet with a blast, And back to bed. Old drowsy dobbin, at the call, Amazed, awakes; Out from the window of his stall A view he takes; While thick and faster seem to fall The silent flakes. The barn-yard gentry, musing, chime Like Memnon's music of old time That voice of stone! So marbled they-and so sublime Their solemn tone. Good Ruth has called the younker folk To dress below; Full welcome was the word she spoke, Down, down they go, The cottage quietude is broke, The snow!-the snow! Now rises from around the fire Ye giddy sons of mirth, retire! And ye profane! A hymn to the Eternal Sire Goes up again. The patriarchal Book divine, Upon the knee, Opes where the gems of Judah shine, (Sweet minstrelsie!) How soars each heart with each fair line, Oh God, to Thee! Around the altar low they bend, Devout in prayer; As snows upon the roof descend, So angels there Come down that household to defend With gentle care. Now sings the kettle o'er the blaze; The buckwheat heaps; Rare Mocha, worth an Arab's praise. Sweet Susan steeps; The old round stand her nod obeys, Unerring presages declare The banquet near; Soon busy appetites are there; And disappear The glories of the ample fare, With thanks sincere. Now tiny snow-birds venture nigh From copse and spray, (Sweet strangers! with the winter's sky To pass away;) And gather crumbs in full supply, For all the day. Let now the busy hours begin : Out rolls the churn; Forth hastes the farm-boy, and brings in The brush to burn; Sweep, shovel, scour, sew, knit, and spin, 'Till night's return. To delve his threshing John must hie; His sturdy shoe Can all the subtle damp defy: How wades he through! While dainty milkmaids slow and shy, His track pursue. Each to the hour's allotted care; To shell the corn; The broken harness to repair; The sleigh t' adorn; As cheerful, tranquil, frosty, fair, Speeds on the morn. While mounts the eddying smoke amain From many a hearth, And all the landscape rings again With rustic mirth; So gladsome seems to every swain The snowy earth. BLESSINGS on the blessing children, sweetest gifts of Heaven to earth, Going singing, bounding, brightening-never fearing as they go, In the daylight, in the starlight, still with thought that freely flies, Oh! the happy faith of children! that is glad in all it sees, |