COASTING.
The drifted snow lay heavily, Upon the frozen hills,And all the travelled spaces, Between the fences filled.A thousand jewels glittering hung, From branch of fir and pine,A thousand gems of brilliant flashed, Far o'er the frozen rime.
And all the boys with rustic sleds, Upon the hilltop stood,Each singled out his little mate, And close beside her stood.But one stood far apart, and held, His head down and began,To parley with an elder boy, Who thought himself a man.
"I gave you top, and kite, and ball, My marbles and my slate,Nor murmured, you can have them all, But not my little Kate."
