...is in a well-known vein : — и SNOW FLAKES. OUT of the bosom of the air, Ont of the cloud-fold's of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-field forsaken, _, . ¡ Silent and soft and slow, Descends the snow. ! . - n Even as our clond-fancies...

...be one again , And without a seam! SNOW-FLAKES. ODT of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud- folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow. Even as our cloudy fancies take...

...you may not be able to echo the words of the emperor of old, ' I have lost a day !' CHAPTER VI. The ' Out of the bosom of the air, Out of the cloud-folds...harvest fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow, Descends the snow.'— LONGFELLOW. j]H, Charlie! do come and look at the snowflakes ! How fast they...

...WITH THE POETS. SNOW-FLAKES. IT KW LOSOFELI.OW. OUT of the bosom of the air, Oat of the cloud folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and...bare, Over the harvest fields forsaken, Silent and «oft and slow, Descends the snow. Even as onr cloudy fancies take Suddenly shape in some divine expression,...

...lake," — and Longfellow's " Snow-flakes " : ' Out nf the bosom of the air, Out of (he cloud- fold* of her garments shaken. Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent nnd soft and slow Descends the snow." Is it not true, as he says, that...

...like these, Thy flag, that is rent in twain, Shall be one again, And without a seam ! I SNOW-FLAKES. OUT of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds...harvest- fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow. Even as our cloudy fancies take Suddenly shape in some divine expression, Even as...

...Whisking Tails. — Runaways. ALL the morning " Out of the bosom of the air, Out of the eloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and...harvest fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow, Deseended the snow," But when the sun turned downwards towards his couch, he shone out clear and bright,...

...Whisking Tails. — Runaways. ALL the morning " Out of the bosom of the air, Out of the cioud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest ftelds forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow, Descended the snow," But when the sun turned downwards...

...But gently there The snow is falling, — all around How fair, how fair ! RALPH HUYT. SNOW-FLAKES. OUT of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds...harvest- fields forsaken, Silent and soft and slow Descends the snow. Even as our cloudy fancies take Suddenly shape in some divine expression, Even as...

...lake," — and Longfellow's "Snow-flakes": ' Out of the bosom of the air, Out of the clmid-folds "f her garments shaken. Over the woodlands brown and bare. Over the harvest- field^ forsaken, Silent and soft and stow T>esccnds the snow." 68 POEMS AND CAROLS OK WINTER. Is it...