llittfrr. Trees are weird and ghostly in their robes of white; Myriads of crystals sparkling in the light; Contours strongly altered; angles knocked askew; Roads and paths and hedges covered up from view ; Brooklet hardly breaking from its icy band; Winter white and hoary, ruling all the land. Silver bells a-jingling on the frosty air; Human hearts a-tingling, in a world so fair; Violets quietly sl eeping, underneath the snow; Springtime seed lets leaping, in their beds below; All the world rejoicing at a Savior's birth ; God is in the heavens, and peace is on the earth!
Loz"ry Vaughan.