ON THE APPROACH OF WINTER .

Winter , I fear thee not! tho' long I've seen
Thy dread approach — clad in thy mantle grey,
And icy weeds, and blasting in thy way
Fair Nature's lingering sweets, and robes of green.
Ah no! I fear thee not; thou canst not steal
My homefelt bliss — thou canst not bid me part
With hopes and joys, that cheer and fill my heart,
And kindred ties, which teach that heart to feel:
Safe bosom'd in my lov'd and happy home,
With friendship, books, and music's soul-felt charm,
My days flow peaceful on — content and calm,
No city joys can give one wish to roam.
Come, Winter, cast around thy tracts of snow,
My mind no cheerless winter e'er shall know.

ON THE APPROACH OF WINTER .

Winter , I fear thee not! tho' long I've seen
Thy dread approach — clad in thy mantle grey,
And icy weeds, and blasting in thy way
Fair Nature's lingering sweets, and robes of green.
Ah no! I fear thee not; thou canst not steal
My homefelt bliss — thou canst not bid me part
With hopes and joys, that cheer and fill my heart,
And kindred ties, which teach that heart to feel:
Safe bosom'd in my lov'd and happy home,
With friendship, books, and music's soul-felt charm,
My days flow peaceful on — content and calm,
No city joys can give one wish to roam.
Come, Winter, cast around thy tracts of snow,
My mind no cheerless winter e'er shall know.