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Rh Then the Aurora Borealis Shoots bright flashes o’er the sky, And the drivers, decked with sleigh-bells, Wave a merry, bright “good-bye.” Now they’re off! midst songs and cheering, And the bells’ sweet jingling notes,— Off to beautify some country With their pure white sparkling coats.

There are two far different classes Of these Fairies of the Snow. One class, perched on downy cushions, Rest in comfort, driving slow; Lighting on the trees and house-tops, Softly, gently, side by side; Some preferring lofty mountains, Fields and pastures, broad and wide.

But the other class are swift ones! Standing firmly on their seat They come dashing down upon us In the form of Hail and Sleet. Never thinking where they’re steering, On they scamper, wild and rash, Till they strike a tree or fence-post And their chariot goes to smash!