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GRANITE HILLS IN WINTER.
These hills, so magnificent, lofty, and great!
The boast of New Hampshire—the Old Granite State!
I have seen them, dear children, and much I admire
These beautiful hills in their wintry attire.
The Ice King has laid his cold hand on the rills,
They cannot now playfully leap down the hills;
Snowy mountain and valley alike are made hoary;
Jack Frost reigns triumphant, alone in his glory.
