INHOSPITALITY.
Down on the north wind sweeping
Comes the storm with roaring din;
Sadly, with dreary tumult,
The twilight gathers in.
Comes the storm with roaring din;
Sadly, with dreary tumult,
The twilight gathers in.
The snow-covered little island
Is white as a frosted cake;
And round and round it the billows
Bellow, and thunder, and break.
Is white as a frosted cake;
And round and round it the billows
Bellow, and thunder, and break.
Within doors the blazing drift-wood
Is glowing, ruddy and warm,
And happiness sits at the fire-side,
Watching the raging storm.
Is glowing, ruddy and warm,
And happiness sits at the fire-side,
Watching the raging storm.
What fluttered past the window,
All weary and wet and weak,
With the heavily drooping pinions,
And the wicked, crooked beak?
All weary and wet and weak,
With the heavily drooping pinions,
And the wicked, crooked beak?
