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SLEIGHING SONG.
OVER the frozen snow,
With a musical swish we go
Never a planet that rolls in space
Doth travel more smoothly his destined race,
Or less of the earth doth know.
Covered all carking care,
With a robe of the frost-work fair
We are the creatures of joy to-day,
As free as the feathers that round us play,
The flakes of the crystal air.
Swimming the wind are we,
Like the fish in the buoyant sea
Never a gambol in deepest ocean
Could equal our subtle delight of motion,
Nor thrill with a purer glee.
