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THE LITTLE PEOPLE OF THE SNOW.
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She saw a little creature lily-cheeked,With flowing flaxen locks, and faint blue eyes,That gleamed like ice, and robe that only scemedOf a more shadowy whiteness than her cheek.On a smooth bank she sat. Alice.—She must have beenOne of your Little People of the Snow. Uncle John.—She was so, and, as Eva now drew near,The tiny creature bounded from her seat;"And come," she said, "my pretty friend; to-dayWe will be playmates. I have watched thee long,And seen how well thou lov'st to walk these drifts,And scoop their fair sides into little cells,And carve them with quaint figures, huge-limbed men,Lions, and griffins. We will have, to-day,
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