Winter

Tar to the north tlie wandering moon looks down Upon a frozen sea and frozen land, A dreary, barren waste, where Btrang firea play Across a sunless sky, among the keen, Clear, glittering stars, and far to southward drive The gnowclouds, and the bitter north winds howl Through monntain glena and break the forest troes. The furious warea tear at thecrumblingcliffs, And niany a prayer is said for those at sea, And many a ship poes down in sight of ehore, In dim gray fcwilights of December days. And with December daya comes that glad feast We keep to him who brouglit our life to light. 60 when the nisht is darkest dawn is near.