And warmth and life are a past memory:
Thus, buried deep within dull Winter's rime,
Love dreamless sleeps through the long Winter-time.
LIFE IN THE WOODS.—A SONG.
BY GEO. P. MORRIS.
A merry life does the hunter lead!
He wakes with the dawn of day;
He whistles his dog—he mounts his steed,
And sends to the woods away!