St Nicholas [serial] . the muttered and sighed, as away he ran Into the sleet and rain ;Crying to some one behind. Calling to some one before,One whom he cannot find, One who will come no more? That old man has sisters three ; One he has never seen:On a throne of roses afar sits she, And the whole world owns her a out ot her riches and power. Nothing has she to spare—Not so much as a flower— For the lonesome wanderer there. One sister beside him delayed, And tried his thin fingers to hold ;But the storm her garments shredded and frayed, And she sank, benumbed with th
St Nicholas [serial] . the muttered and sighed, as away he ran Into the sleet and rain ;Crying to some one behind. Calling to some one before,One whom he cannot find, One who will come no more? That old man has sisters three ; One he has never seen:On a throne of roses afar sits she, And the whole world owns her a out ot her riches and power. Nothing has she to spare—Not so much as a flower— For the lonesome wanderer there. One sister beside him delayed, And tried his thin fingers to hold ;But the storm her garments shredded and frayed, And she sank, benumbed with the ever he prays and cries, And over her silence grieves ;Behind him, alas ! she lies Buried in golden leaves. inwJ KING LONESOME. 179 One happy young face before, Looks back, between cloud and drift,With a sudden smile, and is seen no more ; And the pilgrim follows, swiftAs a flash of the noon-day light ; With wail, and reproach, and shout,He follows, through day and night, Till again the face peeps out. -. LO! THERE AT THE TANE HE GLOWERS! This fairest sister of all Will laugh in the old mans face,Will challenge him onward, with merry call, To measure with her a race,Till, weary and lame, he falls Amid rose-buds and springing flies with the wind ; he calls, But never will she return. For the pale-faced pilgrim without Is Winter, the lonesome king,Calling back to Autumn with dreary shout, And hurrying on toward Summer rules over the flowers, Over ice and snow reigns ! there at the pane he glowers, And shakes his white scepter—sec ! i So LITTLE TRAVELERS. [jANliV,
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