AMONG THE EVERGREENS. ry 


tae SNOWY NIGHT IN THE WOODS. 
The snow, as light as downy feather ere was seen, so pure and white, 
Has fallen softly all the day, ne’er ceasing through the silent night. 
Covering all the woodland o’er, and levelling up the rocky fell, 
The many clustering evergreens, holding a larger share as well. 
Shielding the many wild-wood dwellers, safely housed up from the storm, 
Beneath the fir bough, and the blow down, wherever they have found 
a home. 
In the rocks behind the ferns, underneath the brake and bramble, 
In many a cave and hollow pine log, in the thicket and the dell. 
Upon the deer, lying beneath the thick and drooping evergreen, 
Till nought but just an eye and ear, by each other can be seen. 
Tillevery bough above is downward bent, some drooping to the ground 
And the deer are often covered o’er with whitest robes like eider down. 
When they must then arise to be relieved, ere buried almost quite, 
Then turn, lie down again and rest, and thus to do till coming light. 
And in the evergreens, beneath their thickest boughs the storm does 
bring 
Many a wild-wood winter bird, to rest with its head beneath a wing, 
With every feather snugly hugging down, and its breast turned to 
the breeze, 
To sleep, and wake, and sleep again, till morning shows between the 
trees. 
When every rock and fern, and every stump of spruce, cut high or low, 
And every mossy log and fallen tree, lie hidden beneath the snow, 
While every bush and tree above are all arrayed in spotless white, 
All bending, drooping, calm and quiet, in the coming morning light. 
