THE SNOW-BIRD (from Robert Merry's Museum, February 1848, p. 64)
When the leaves and flowers are dead, When the other birds are fled, When the winter wind is keen, Then the snow-birds all are seen. When the flakes are falling fast, When the forest feels the blast, When the drifts in circles play, 'Tis the snow-birds' holiday. When the earth is covered deep, When in ice the rivers sleep, When all other things are sad, Hark! the snow-birds' voice is glad! When the frost is on the pane, When the wailing winds complain, When the boys come shivering in, Hark! the snow-birds' cheerful din! But when Spring, 'mid rosy light, Bids stern Winter take his flight, The snow-birds, in his stormy train, Fly northward, where he holds his reign.