Mabel's Snow-feathers


Listen, children, while I tell you

What our merry Mabel said

When she saw the feathery snow-flakes

Tumbling down about her head.



Clapping hands and dancing gaily,

"Mamma, mamma, come and see!

Come and see the feathers, mamma,

Soft and white as they can be!"







Standing then a moment, pondering

As it w
re, whence came the snow,

Little face so wise and thoughtful,

Mabel cried: "Oh, now I know,



"There are lots of eider ducklets

Up in Heaven, above the blue,

And they're dropping off their feathers,--

And such downy feathers, too!



"See them frolic with each other;

See them kiss as fast they fly;

See them make believe they are going to,

Then go gaily flitting by.



"See them on the Spruce and Balsam,

Pile up little soft, fat hands;

See their many plump, white cushions;

See them wave their fairy wands.



"See the showers of flying feathers

Whisking 'round in merry moods;

See, the telegraph their perch is,--

Oh, I'm sure they're almost birds!"







Now she fancies she can hear them

Whisper of their ducklet birth;--

Hear their soft and wean-y quacklings,

As they tumble down to earth.



Now she listens for the jingle

Of the sleigh-bells they will bring;

Now she sees the flying horses,

Prancing gaily at their ring.



Lovely are these fleecy feathers,

Dainty in each rare device;

All unlike our ducklet feathers,--

White and soft, but cold as ice.







Yet they cover, warmly cover

Mother Earth so bleak and brown;

Cover her with feathery mantles,

Comforters of eider-down.



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