Semi-weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1853-18??, 1865-02-17
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sLEET STORM.
By GEo. ST. LEGER CARTER.

BY GEo. ST. LEGER CARTER
Awake awake the sun is up arise and sally forth,
We've had a rain of jewery from out the frozen
The earth IS rObsd in dazzling white, each tree is
And diamonds in ten thousand shapes, are hanging
from their stems.
Each bush and every humble shrub with precious
stones is. strung, ga-1
And all the purest, brightest things by handfulls
round are flung, -..-..
The emerald, and the amethyst the topazes behold,
And here and there a ruby red is sparkling in the
cold. IL.
The chrysolite and Jasper see, and that bright sar
limestone,
The holy Patmos prophet saw upon the Heavenly
throne.
Here all the gold of ophir shines, with all GolcOn-
da's store,
And who could ever number up the countless myr.
lads more?
The holly in its darkest green with crimson fruit
looks gay,
Encased in solid silver too, how rich is it display
Ia green and gold thu shaggy pine seems almost IN
blaze
With all the suns reflected light yet softened to
the gaze.
The cedar, all that favour'd tree, IN Scripture
it is told,
They laid thee IN the house OF Goo ana coVero
thee with gold;
But great as was King Solomon, he nor the house
he made,
Were dressed in such magnifcence as thou hast
here displsyd.
The beech tree stands in rich arrry of long and sh:
ming threads,
It's brittle boughs all bending low to earth their
dropping heads,
And now and then broken limo comes crashing
from on high,
And showering down-a world of gems, that sparkle
as they fly.
The lofty oak, the hundred limb'd Briareus of the
trees,
Spreads out his pond'rous, icy arms, loud cracking
in the breeze,
And as the reused lion shakes the dew drops from
his name,
So does the woodland Monarch shake his crystals
DER the plain.
But time would fail to tell of all the bright and
starry host
The North wind brings to witch the world cut OF
the realms of frost;
The meanest thing, The most deformed, the dry and
sapless bOugh,
The bramble and the rugged thorn, are pure and
Ye counsellors of earth come FORTH Je princes who
have gold,
Your diaderns ye kings bring here, the jewerd
crowns ye hold,
Come woman in thy ornaments, in all their costly
sheen,
And let them be the loveliest that graced
aqueen.
This grass that's trodden underfoot this weed with
branching arms,
Thus gittering in the morning sun hath City fold
your charms,
Then cast your baubles vile away, and bend in
solemn thought
To Him who hath this gorgeous scene from storm
and tempest wrought
Yet this fair pageant soon must fade before the
breath of noon,
And by the fat from on high your wealth shall
fade as soon;
Obi lay not worthless riches up which moth and
rust assail,
But those which at the Judgment day through
Christ will then avail.
What though the sun so soon must melt this frost
work and its forms,
He speaks them into life again, who rides amid the
storms;
So in the twinklng of an eye, at his last trumpet
dread,
Our bodies fashioned gloriously shall rise up from
the dead
The sun goes up his destined way, how few do heed
my calls,
In tears the vision melts away, the baseless fabric
y falls.
too could shed some tears, alas that this sweet
scene is past
For scenes as sweet it brings to mind, which fed
away as fast