Literature and Art 105 



Lesson 67 



WINTER SONG 



HURRAH for the jolly old winter, 

 The king of the seasons is he, 

 Though his breath is cold and icy, 



His heart is full of glee. 

 He piles up the beautiful snowflakes 



On the apple trees bare and brown, 

 And laughs when the north-wind shakes them, 

 Like a shower of blossoms down. 



Hurrah for the jolly old winter, 



He shouts at the door by night, 

 1 ' Come out where the ice is gleaming 



Like steel in the cold moonlight." 

 Like swallows over the water, 



The skaters merrily go, 

 There's health in the blustering breezes, 



And joy in the beautiful snow. 



Emily Hunting ton Miller. 



