3. And kindly is the lesson given;
Then dry the falling tear:
They came to raise our hearts to Heaven;
They go to call us there.



LXXVII. SNOW FALLING.

John James Piatt (b. 1835,--) was born in Dearborn County, Ind., and is
of French descent. He began to write verses at the age of fourteen, and
has been connected editorially with several papers. Several editions of
his poems have been issued from time to time, each edition usually
containing some additional poems. Of these volumes we may mention: "Poems
in Sunshine and Firelight," "Western Windows," "The Lost Farm," and "Poems
of House and Home."

1. The wonderful snow is falling
Over river and woodland and wold;
The trees bear spectral blossom
In the moonshine blurr'd and cold.

2. There's a beautiful garden in Heaven;
And these are the banished flowers,
Falling and driven and drifted
Into this dark world of ours.


DEFINITIONS.--1. Wold, a plain or open country, a country without wood
whether hilly or not. Spec'tral, ghostly. 2. Ban'ished, condemned to