

pe South. 
Rk. H. Stoddard. 
ALL! thickly fall! thou Winter snow ; 
And keenly blow, thou Winter wind! 
Only the barren North is yours; 
The South delights a Summer mind ; 
So fall and blow, | 
Both wind and snow, 
My fancy to the South does go! 
Half-way between the frozen zones, 
Where Winter reigns in sullen mirth, 
The Summer binds a golden belt 
About the middle of the Earth. 
The sky is soft, and blue, and bright, 
With purple dyes at morn and night; 
And bright and blue the seas that lie 
In perfect rest, and glass the sky ; 
And sunny bays with inland curves 
Round all along the quiet shore ; 

