To realms where joy and peace abide.

"Tell Peter!" Honey drops of love,

Awaking all the choirs of heaven!

"Tell Peter"—angels from above

Shout, "Hear, O earth, and be forgiven!"

THE SLEET

Regal the earth seems with diamonds today,

Gemming all nature in blazing array;

A picture more fairy-like never could be

Than this wonderful icicle filigree.

A crystallized world! What a marvelous sight,

Gorgeous and grand in the March sunlight!

The frost-king magician has changed the spring showers

To turquois and topaz and sapphire bowers.

And what is the lesson we learn from the sleet,

As toiling life's road with wearying feet,

Upward we strive, but failing so oft

In the struggles that bear us aright and aloft?

'Tis this—that the hard breath of winter's chill blast

Alone can this mantle of loveliness cast;

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