Gold-tinted and fair as thine own pumpkin-pie!
J. G. Whittier.
SONG—Tune: “Yankee Doodle.”
What matters it the cold wind’s blast,
What matters though ’tis snowing,
Thanksgiving Day has come at last;
To grandmamma’s we’re going.
Wrapped in furs as warm as toast,
O’er the hills we’re fleeting;