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SONGS UNDER THE ICE. 55

The worldly-wise mother

Looked over at me : " I know how to manage Matilda, you see !"

��SONGS UNDER THE ICE.

ONCE the shining King of the winter frost From the North came down, and the valley crossed,

Stealthily creeping ;

And he laughed with pride as he came to see How the wiidwood rose and the great oak tree Alike were sleeping.

Over empty nests in the maples hung,

Where the summer birds their songs had sung,

Noisy and jolly ;

Over stubble-fields, where the plover s call Had piped, in tune with the waterfall,

Notes melancholy.

Then the fir tree buttoned its dark-green coat, With the brown cones, close to its dusky throat,

Grim and dreary ;

While the sober pine, as the sunshine paled, To the patient side of the mountain wailed

Its Miserere.

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