A Winter Morning Scene.

Far on the sloping casement from the East Looks through the frosted haze the purple sun, As with a heavenly presence filling all The lowly chamber. First, the wakened girl With fullest heart bends o'er the slumbering boy;-- ``Awake, arise; the golden morning comes!'' Not his the sleep that needs be summoned twice; At once his bright eyes open,--and at once His merry voice gives welcome jubilant To the first rays of day. There yet is one Calm in warm slumber:--``Sister, come and see! The glory of the Lord is on the hills, An angel is come down to wake the sun!'' Together rising, see the gladdened group Fresh from the dews of sleep, and glorified By the now streaming sunshine, full of joy, Gazing entranced.