...Out of the bosom of the air, Out of the cloud-folds garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and te Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow. is formed by 7$y freezing of vapour, ' i*3/ the temperature of tl atmosphere sinks below a cert* degree...

...is in a well-known vein : — и SNOW FLAKES. OUT of the bosom of the air, Ont of the cloud-fold's of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-field forsaken, _, . ¡ Silent and soft and slow, Descends the snow. ! . - n Even as our clond-fancies...

...hosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, )ver the woodlands hrown and hare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken. Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow. £ven as our cloudy fancies take Suddenly shape in some divine expression, £vcn as the trouhled heart...

...! with hearts like these, Thy flag, that is rent in twain, Shall be one again, And without a seam ! SNOW-FLAKES. OUT of the bosom of the Air, Out of the...her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and hare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow. Even as our cloudy...

...LEAVES moil REBECCA'S DIABY— THE NEW PABTOB 316 .......... 326 COUSIN PAUL CHAPTEE THE SNOW-STORM " Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garment shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare. Over the harvest-fields forsaken. Silent, and oft,...

...BEBECCA'S DIABY—THE NEW PASTOB. .... 316 XLIX.—CONCLUSION 326 COUSIN PAUL CHAPTEK L THE SNOW-STOBM «' Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garment shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and oft,...

...verses of Lowell's " First Snowfall," or, if the child were a little older, Longfellow's lovely lines : Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds...forsaken, Silent and soft and slow Descends the snow. What if, at each new snowfall, for a season, the rhythmic sounds were repeated to the child who shows...

...you may not be able to echo the words of the emperor of old, ' I have lost a day !' CHAPTER VI. The ' Out of the bosom of the air, Out of the cloud-folds...shaken ; Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow, Descends the snow.'— LONGFELLOW. j]H, Charlie!...

...WITH THE POETS. SNOW-FLAKES. IT KW LOSOFELI.OW. OUT of the bosom of the air, Oat of the cloud folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest fields forsaken, Silent and «oft and slow, Descends the snow. Even as onr cloudy fancies take...

...a seam ! SNOW-FLAKES. OUT of the bosom of the Air, Out of the clond-folds of her garments sh.sV.en, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields...and soft, and slow Descends the snow. Even as our clondy fancies take Snddenly shape in some divine expression, Even as the troubled heart doth make...