MOZART AT THE FIRESIDE.
Autumn nights grow chilly:
See how faces bloom
By the cheerful fire-light,
In the quiet room!
See how faces bloom
By the cheerful fire-light,
In the quiet room!
Mother's amber necklace,
Father's beard of gold,
Rosy cheeks of little boys
All glowing from the cold,
Father's beard of gold,
Rosy cheeks of little boys
All glowing from the cold,
Basket heaped with barberries
Coral red and bright,
Little Silver's shaggy fur
All shining in the light!
Coral red and bright,
Little Silver's shaggy fur
All shining in the light!
Barberries bright they 're picking,
And smile and do not speak;
Happy little youngest boy
Kisses mother's cheek,—
And smile and do not speak;
Happy little youngest boy
Kisses mother's cheek,—
