Your house is on fire! your children will roam.
List, list to their cry and bewailing!
The pitiless spider is weaving their doom!
Then lady-bird! lady-bird! fly away home,
Hark, hark to thy children’s bewailing!”
Winter. Mary Howitt has beautifully described the contrast between the rich and the poor at this season of the year:
“In rich men’s halls the fire is piled,
And furry robes keep out the weather;
In poor men’s huts the fire is low,