LITTLE ONES AT HOME. 43

 

THE SNOW.

The clouds look sad,
And mother is glad,
For it is going to snow;
And her dear boy
Will dance with joy,
When he on his sled can go.

“O mother, say,
Will it snow to-day ?”
Has frequently been his cry ;
“T cannot tell,
But I think it will,”
Has been the quick reply.

But look, now look,
O quick, drop your book!
The snow has now come at last ;
So soft and white,
So pretty and light,
It is falling thick and fast.

Now Bennie boy
Is filled with joy,
He runs for his boots and sled ;
Now get his coat
And tie up his throat,
And put a cap on his head.