THE FROST UPON THE PANE.
Copyright, 1889, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Written by Richard F. Carroll. Composed by Frederic Solomon.
The winter world was clad in white, the window-panes with frost,
As in my chair that silent night I dreamed of hopes that were lost.
I idly scratched the window-panes, drew fancy pictures free
Of the past that could never come back again, hopes lost fore'er to me!
A fair-faced, brown-haired lady; a laughing, prattling child;
A sweetly-pretty picture, drawn by my fancy wild;
Dreams of the joys before me-had my life commenced again?
I saw there in those pictures in the frost upon the panel
The sun arose at peep o' day, struck thro' my window-pane;
The melting snow was washed away, my hopes were dead again.
I prayed the sun to hide its light, the frost come back again,
But ah! no more came to my sight those pictures on the panel
Through the sun-washed windows the village church I saw.
And on the sward beyond it a silent grave, no more;
There lie both wife and child, my earthly hopes and aims,
The dear ones that I'd pictured in the frost upon the panel