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Over the ice, and over the snow; A horse or cart I do not fear. For past them both my sled I steer. OVER THE ICE AND OVER THE SNOW A HORSE OR A CART I DO NOT FEAR FOR PAST THEM BOTH MY SLED I STEER
 play among the trees! 'T would make the earth a cheerless place, Should we dispense with these. The little birds! how fond they play! Do not disturb their sport; But let them warble forth their songs, Till winter cuts them short. [Illustration] Don't kill the birds!--the happy birds That bless the field and grove: Such harmless things to look upon, They claim our warmest love. [Illustration] QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS. [Illustration: W] Who showed the little ant the way Her narrow hole to bore, And spend the pleasant summer day In laying up her store? The sparrow builds her pretty nest Of wool, and hay, and moss; Who told her how to build it best, And lay the twigs across? Who taught the busy bee to fly Among the sweetest flowers, And lay his store of honey by, To eat in winter hours? 'Twas God who showed them all the way, And gave them all their skill; He teaches children, if they pray, To do his holy will. [Illustration] WINTER SPORT. [Illustration: D] Down, down the hill how swift I go!  POEM NUMBER FIVE GEMS OF POETRY FOR GIRLS AND BOYS BY UNKNOWN THIS LIVER BOX RECORDED IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN POEM FIVE WINTER SPORT DOWN DOWN THE HILL HOW SWIFT I GO
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