Yet more would you hear how this widow was bless’d,
How her son from the dead was restored,
Go turn to the Book where the tale is express’d,
Of Elijah, beloved of the Lord.
SKATING.
Do not fear
To venture out,
Tho’ Jack Frost
May be about.
Come, enjoy
This bracing air;
Ice is solid
Everywhere.
It is safe
To skate or slide;
See how swiftly
Now we glide!
O’er the pond,
All together;—
Oh, what healthy,
Charming weather!
TO MY INFANT NEPHEW.
Is this new life so sweet to thee, my little baby boy,
That thus thy minutes seem to be a constant course of joy?
I gaze upon thy laughing face, I hear thy joyous tone,
Till the glad feeling of thy heart oft passes to my own.