[THE DARK DAYS OF WINTER.]
As gloom gathers round, the dark days of winter,
And the season of shadows, beclouds the bright skies,
The heart becomes tinged with pensive emotions
As Nature, in mourning, thus withers and dies.
We recall the sweet hours of retrospect pleasure,
Of green haunts of happiness—lately our own—
Of gay, joyous scenes, and sweet summer fancies,