From Ms London Friendships Offering tor 1s3S

 WINTER-A FOREST SONG.
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From the London Friendship's Offering .for 1888.

 WINTER-A FOREST SONG.

 .s BY C. wEBBE. ..s -.1f Come, old girl, and by the fire z.s Let ns comfortably cling, 5.-,-..t . While the suriy storms grow higher,

 And the wild winds hoarsely sing ThIs is not night, m thinking, .@u For old bones out doors 10 hustle, Ira When the stubborn oaks are shrinking

 From the elemental tiissle. Clap the door to!-there, the wind n.. Saves your trembling hand that trouble Z Look, your old locks stream behind,

 And the cold has bent you double! Mind not Crumply-she, warrant.

 Finds somewhere shed for shelter; She can bide the wintry torrent,

 And the mad storms helter-skelter! Night, and gloom and storms are round us. And these wildernesses dreary Heed not-they can ne'er confound us,

 While our household shines so cheery, yh Oh. that every thing that's human Cared as little for the storm! Child and old man-weakening womans

 Safe and fed, and housed and warm! Thou who pouredst the mighty waters.

 Be with them that swim the sea Be with thy poor sons and daughters

 Wandering earth in misery '} Let thy tender hand outstretched.

 Over their uncovered heads, Keep them, howsoever wretched,

 Safe as rich men in their beds!