To welcome the coming of beautiful snow.
How wildly the crowd goes swaying along,
Hailing each other with humour and song!
How the gay sledges, like meteors, flash by,
Bright for a moment, then lost to the eye!
Ringing—Swinging—Dashing they go,
Over the crust of the beautiful snow—
Snow so pure when it falls from the sky
As to make one regret to see it lie,
To be trampled and tracked by thousands of feet,