JACK FROST

In a pixy chariot, drawn,

Not by deer, but elfin fawn,

Thou hast come, Jack Frost and gone.

Silently, unheralded,

O'er the earth thy chariot sped;

Dear Jack Frost, where hast thou fled?

Thou the child's and poet's friend,

Brings't us blessings without end,

Joys the world can not transcend.

Naught but beauty now remains —

Flowers, ferns and fairy fanes,

Wrought upon the window panes;

Fields and forests all aglow,—

Colors only thou dost know:

How the heart doth overflow!

Purple clusters thine and mine,

Winter-wild and muscadine,

Bursting with the wine of vine!

Haws, persimmons, berries red,

Nuts the earth have overspread —

Dear Jack Frost, why hast thou fled?

Old Chris we hail with all his boast,

His jolly fun and merry cost,

But oh, we love Jack Frost, Jack Frost!