Cold!--bitterly Cold!

Cold !-bitterly cold 1 The moon is bright. And the snow ia white, Beautiful to bohold. But the wind ia hvwling, Like liunffry, prowling Wolves on the wintry wold. Cold -bitterly cold f My ahawl is raggcd and old- The hearth deserted and dark, Uladdcned by never a apork, And my only light 1 h the pitilpfM lÍK'ht . Of the moonbeama chili, Silverly chili, CrueUy- splendidly brteht, This ftosty winter's night- Cold !- bitterly cold I Bnbe, more predouB than irold, Rest, little one, reat 1 Blutp, my own one. Clasped to thy mother's broaat, Though thin and wasted her fotm. Her .u m s shall enfold ; And xhield thee from cold ; For the love in her breu.st ík warm, Though tho chili nlght breezs Hay the life blood freeze- Cold -bitterly cold 1 Cold -bitterly cold ! My eye are dim, And my aenses awira, I am prematurely old ! Foodlees and flrelexs, Almoet attireless, Wrapt in ruga so scanty and thin, With bonea that stare through the colorlcss akin, Weary and worn, Tattered and torn, If I ahould wish I had ne'er been bom Teil me is it n in ? Cold world !- bitterly cold 1