which has its own peculiar beauties, though
differing from the morning; and you
will find that the night also
is cheered by friendly
glances of the
stars.
BRIGHT DAYS IN WINTER.
By J. G. WHITTIER.
Bland as the morning’s breath of June,
The southwest breezes play,
And through its haze, the winter noon
Seems warm as summer’s day.
The snow-plumed Angel of the North
Has dropped his icy spear;