—Sarah H. Whitman.
“Yet one more smile, departing distant sun
Ere o’er the frozen earth the loud winds run
And snows are sifted o’er the meadows bare.”—Bryant.
A DAY of golden beauty!—Through the night
The hoar-frost gathered o’er each leaf and spray
Weaving its filmy network, thin and bright
And shimmering like silver in the ray
Of the soft, sunny morning—turf and tree
Pranct in its delicate embroidery,
And every withered stump and mossy stone,
With gems encrusted and with seed-pearl sown;
While in the hedge the frosted berries glow,
The scarlet holly and the purple sloe,
And all is gorgeous, fairy-like and frail
As the famed gardens of the Arabian tale.
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