Golden Snow.
“Open your door,
That the fire-light’s glow
May tinge the cheek
Of Golden Snow—
Oh! dear little sister,
Golden Snow.”
Then came the savage old trumpeter, and blew a great blast close by the door and window of the little hut. It was really quite startling, and the old woman clung to her husband’s arm; but above all they could hear the shrill clear voices calling—
“Open the door,
For the wild winds blow