BIEDS' WINTER BEDS 



The owl, for all his feathers, was a-ccld. 



A STORM had been raging from the north- 

 east all day. To^val■d evening the ^iud 

 strengthened to a gale, and the fine, icy snow 

 swirled and drifted over the frozen fields. 



I lay a long time listening to the wild sym- 

 phony of the winds, thankful for the roof o\'er 

 my liead, and wondering how the hungry, home- 

 less creatures out of doors would pass the night. 

 Where do the birds sleep such nights as this? 

 Where in this bitter cold, this darkness and 

 storm, will thej^ make their beds'? The lark 

 that broke from the snow at my feet as I crossed 

 the pasture this afternoon— 

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