"GOOD-BY, WINTER."
Reading edition
BY M. D. BRINE.
Good-by, old Winter, good-by once more; At twelve to-night will your reign be o'er. We're tired of you and your sleet and snow, We're tired of hearing your chill winds blow; We long for breezes that fill the air With the scent of the Spring-time flowers fair; We long for meadows where daisies white Lift up their heads in the warm sunlight, And where the grasses are nodding all day. With the Spring-time breezes forever at play. Good-by, old Winter. We're sorry for you, But we're glad your season is nearly through. You brought us plenty of fun, we know, For sleighing and snow-balling come with snow; But O for a breath of the Spring-time sweet, When the earth and the sky in beauty meet! And O for the trees where the birds all day Are singing the golden hours away! Good-by, old Winter; the Spring is near, And you may sleep for another year.
BARNUM'S SHOW IN WINTER-QUARTERS.
