THE SNOW-MAN.
Reading edition
LOOK! how the clouds are flying south! The wind pipes loud and shrill! And high above the white drifts stands The snow-man on the hill. Blow, wild wind from the icy north! Here’s one who will not fear To feel thy coldest touch, or shrink Thy loudest blast to hear! Proud triumph of the school-boy’s skill! Far rather would I be A winter giant, ruling o’er A frosty realm, like thee, And stand amidst the drifted snow, Like thee, a thing apart, Than be a man who walks with men, But has a frozen heart! Marian Douglas.
THE SNOW-MAN.
