THE LITTLE FROST QUEEN.
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Sparkling and light Are the snow-drifts white In the glow of the winter's morning, And the icicles gleam In the sun's bright beam, Each tree and shrub adorning. Rosy and fair In the frosty air Are the cheeks of the little maiden, And merry and gay With the happy day Is her heart with the sunshine laden. Where is she bound O'er the frosty ground? Ah, that is beyond our knowing. But wherever she goes, We may fairly suppose The sunshine will surely be going.