(Dedicated to the St. George Snowshoe Club) "LISTEN, my child," said the old pine tree to the little one nestling near, "For the storm clouds troop together to-night, and the wind of the north I hear And perchance there may come some echo of the music of long ago, The music that rang when the White Host sang, marching across the snow." "Up and away Saint George! up thro' the mountain gorge, Over the plain where the tempest blows, and the great white flakes are flying Down the long narrow glen! faster my merry men, Follow the trail, tho' the shy moon hides, and deeply the drifts are lying." "Ah! mother," the little pine tree replied, "you are dreaming again to-night Of ghostly visions and phantom forms that forever mock your sight 'T is true the moan of the winter wind comes to my list'ning ear But the White Host marching, I cannot see, and their music I cannot hear." "When the northern skies were all aflame where the trembling banners swung, When up in the vaulted heavens the moon of the Snow-Shoe hung, When the hurricane swept the hillside, and the crested drifts ran high Those were the nights," said the old pine tree, "the great White Host marched by." And the storm grew fiercer, fiercer, and the snow went hissing past, But the little pine tree still listened, till she heard above the blast The music her mother loved to hear in the nights of the long ago And saw in the forest the white-clad Host marching across the snow. And loud they sang as they tramped along of the glorious bygone days When valley and hill re-echoed the snow-shoer's hymn of praise Till the shy moon gazed down smiling, and the north wind paused to hear And the old pine tree felt young again as the little one nestling near. "Up and away Saint George! up thro' the mountain gorge. Over the plain where the tempest blows, and the great white flakes are flying. Down the long narrow glen! faster my merry men. Follow the trail, tho' the shy moon hides, and deeply the drifts are lying." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHARGE OF THE HEAVY BRIGADE AT BALACLAVA: THE CHARGE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE MAGIC MIRROR by HENRY MILLS ALDEN IN MEMORIAM, A.H. by MAURICE BARING PICKEN O' SCROFF by WILLIAM BARNES THE RUNNERS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 12. SALVUM ME FAC by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |