Classic Poem

BY THE SAME .

See hoary-headed Winter comes,
In snowy vest array'd;
No tender blossom sweetly blooms
To grace the leafeless shade.

At his approach the painted vale
Resigns her bright array;
Nor violet blue, nor primrose pale,
Perfumes the breath of day.

The silver stream forgets to glide,
Nor murmurs through the mead;
No more, upon its grassy side,
The flocks, delighted, feed.

The shady elm, the lofty oak,
Withdraw their verdant charms,
For, Nature feels the with'ring stroke,
And sinks in Winter's arms.

Through every change of varying time
My voice shall, grateful, sing,
And own thy goodness most sublime,
O mercy's gracious King!