Sing of some thrilling vision
  Of those beams in endless train,
  Like the bars of a thousand searchlights;
  Sing to us Frosties again.

    The Northern Lights

Master Frosty—­
  Across the starry arches of the heavens
  Like mighty spokes of a revolving wheel;
  Or organ pipes that grouped in stately silence
  Await some master’s touch to wake their peal;

  The Northern Lights had strayed far down the vistas
  Of mellow air that mark the temperate zone;
  Their searchlight beams above the northern skyline
  A magic arch of changing lights had thrown.

  They marched across the sky in long procession: 
  From east to west their standards were unfurled,
  Summoning visions of the Arctic winter
  And whalers prisoned in a frozen world.

  Then formed a tent, across the starry heavens,
  Woven of interlacing beams of light
  Flung lightly o’er the arches which supported,
  High overhead, the canopy of night.

  Once more a wide and undulating archway
  Expressed in quivering jets of frosty flame,
  Against the background of the midnight shadows,
  With play of countless brilliant flashes, came;

  While dark below flowed on the silent ocean: 
  An anchored barque swayed slowly on the swell. 
  And here and there a phosphorescent glimmer
  Showed where the trailing seaweed rose and fell.

Cupid—­
  I thank you, Frosties, for your song and story
  About the Northern Lights in all their glory;
  But time is hasting on, I must be going. 
  The sun through lengthened days is warmly glowing. 
  Farewell Paolo too:  what shall I say
  When I shall meet your maiden on my way?

Paolo—­
  Haste, Cupid; haste:  fly forth on rapid wing
  Bearing your dainty bow and feathered darts;
  And with the graceful practise of your arts
  Whisper into my darling’s ear, or sing
  The sweetest messages that love can bring;
  And weave such tender dreams as spring imparts
  Where youth and beauty know each others hearts
  And feel the thrill that from such joy can spring. 
  Sweet cherub, when you wing your arrow’s flight,
  Speed it away with thoughts of love from me;
  And when it finds the heart that beats with mine,
  Full welcome to that breast I know ’twill be. 
  When you reveal my message in love’s light
  It’s:  (Dearest will you be my valentine).

Cupid—­
  This errand suits me well, I’ll not delay;
  But to the land of flowers will wing my way.

    Farewell to Cupid

Frosties’ Chorus—­
  We are glad to have made your acquaintance
  And wish you had longer to stay;
  We are glad, we must say, to have met you,
  And wish you good luck on your way.

    Farewell, my Cupid,
    Love speed you on your way. 
    Farewell, dear Cupid,
    And au-revoir we’ll say.