Literature and Art log 



Make a few draivings of the snow crystals that you find. 

 Write a description of a snoiv storm that you have seen. 



Out of the bosom of the air, 



Out of the cloud-folds of his garments shaken, 

 Over the woodlands brown and bare, 



Over the harvest-fields forsaken, 

 Silent, and soft, and slow 



Descends the snow. 



Henry W. Longfellow. 



Lesson 69 



A WONDERFUL WEAVER 



r I "HERE'S a wonderful weaver 



High up in the air, 

 And he weaves a white mantle 



For cold earth to wear. 

 With the wind for his shuttle, 



The cloud for his loom, 

 How he weaves, how he weaves. 



In the light, in the gloom. 



Oh, with finest of laces, 



He decks bush and tree; 

 On the bare, flinty meadows 



A cover lays he. 



