SNOW-FALL 



N you love Nature, our moth- 

 er, a winter world shall tempt 

 you forth as strongly as sum- 

 mer sunshine. All the more 

 if your lines are cast where 

 snow is an event, not a commonplace of 

 long, white monotony. All of yesterday 

 it was falling, falling, sifting down in fine, 

 needle-sharp lines. At nightfall the flakes 

 grew big and feathery, as though the 

 snow -cloud had a mind to come bodily 

 to earth. 



The weatherwise knew what it meant 

 a clear sunrise, a faint, keen blast sitting 

 steady at northwest. East wind is the 

 snow-bringer. His brother, whose home is 

 in the far Rocky Mountains, breaks and ban- 

 ishes the low, protecting clouds. Truly, 

 God giveth snow like wool. Without it, the 

 earth loses in myriads her tender seedlings. 

 It brings to her also strength, vital force. 

 That electric condition, wherein you feel 



