. Rhymes and jingles . Soon, a dripping, sobbing, muddy boyRan home across that lonesome bog; While placidly smiling on the shore Squatted that thoroughly well-meaning fro 19^ RHYMES AND THE FROST-KING. igg THE FROST-KING. Oho I have you seen the Frost-King, A-marching up the hill ?His hoary face is stern and pale, His touch is icy sends the birdlings to the South, He bids the brooks be still;Yet not in wrath or cruelty He marches up the hill. He will often rest at noontime, To see the sunbeams play ;And flash his spears of icicles, Or let them melt toss the snow-f
. Rhymes and jingles . Soon, a dripping, sobbing, muddy boyRan home across that lonesome bog; While placidly smiling on the shore Squatted that thoroughly well-meaning fro 19^ RHYMES AND THE FROST-KING. igg THE FROST-KING. Oho I have you seen the Frost-King, A-marching up the hill ?His hoary face is stern and pale, His touch is icy sends the birdlings to the South, He bids the brooks be still;Yet not in wrath or cruelty He marches up the hill. He will often rest at noontime, To see the sunbeams play ;And flash his spears of icicles, Or let them melt toss the snow-flakes in the air, Nor let them go nor stay ;Then hold his breath while swift they fall. That coasting boys may play. He 11 touch the brooks and rivers wide, That skating crowds may shout;Hell make the people far and near Remember hes send his nimble, frosty Jack — Without a shade of doubt —To do all kinds of merry pranks, And call the children out ; Hell sit upon the whitened fields,And reach his icy hand 200 RHYMES AND JINGLES. O er houses where the sudden coldFolks cannot understand. The very moon, that ventures forthFrom clouds so soft and grand, Will stare to see the sti
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