WINTER.

It is the cold winter, the snows are descending,

P.M.

And soon all the earth will be cover'd with white; The strength of the tempest the branches is bending, And keen is the frost on this dark stormy night.

How pleasant to sit by the warm glowing fire,

So calm and so sweet, with kind faces around; Whilst the sharp cold increases, the wind rises higher, I need not care for it, I hear but the sound.

Oh! let me reflect, and just think for a minute ;—
Perhaps whilst I'm seated so happily here,
And free from the storm, some poor creatures are in it,
And perish'd with cold, or astounded with fear.

Let me learn in my breast kindly feelings to nourish,
And, what is still better, kind actions to do;

It is the best way to make happiness flourish,
To do good to others, and feel for them too.

Well is it for those unto whom God has given Abundance on earth, wealthy silver and gold, Around them to spread the kind bounties of heaven, And succour the poor, the distress'd, and the old.