I BROODBD by the frosty fire, And heard the snow-wind moan, So sad the night, I could not stay While she lay there alone.
But when I reached the little mound 'Whose loneness called tome,
It seemed a,small voice in My heart
Reproached me whisperingly : " Why' bring me thro' the night P I tow) • Beside'your fire to sit ; Why crouch here,?'' It nii bciely be, I was so tired'of ' HA BBERTONLII A M. • • ., • , .