Poetry
... I 1poetrtv. THE OTHER DAY. Upon the meadows spread below, Full softly fall the flakes of Enow, Yet choke they up the way That lately wound along the scene, 'Mid fields of gold and swards of green, Ay, but the other day. The sun bath shrunk into the soutb, And every bird hath shut its mouth, And broken off its lay; And yet with sultry beams the air, And yet with songs the woodlands fair, Were ...