Snow - An 1853 Poem
By Wm. Gland Bourne.
- In flakes of feathery white,
- It was falling so gently and slow,
- Oh, pleasant to me is the sight,
- Of the silently falling snow,
- Snow, snow, snow,
- The fall of the feathery snow!
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- The earth is all covered to-day
- With a mantle of radiant snow,
- And it sparkles and shines in the ray,
- In crystals of glittering snow,
- Snow, snow, snow,
- The sparkling and glistening snow!
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- It covers the earth from the cold!
- Would you think, little Ella, it's so?
- And when it comes down on the mould,
- It's only a warm coat of snow!
- Snow, snow, snow!
- The curious warm coat of snow!
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- From my window the snow-birds I see!
- The hop and they flirt as they go!
- And they speak of a lesson to me
- While they feed in the beautiful snow!
- Snow, snow, snow,
- Happy birds that delight in the snow!
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- The trees have a burden of white,
- They stretch out their branches I know!
- And filled their green arms in the night,
- To play in the sunbeam with snow!
- Snow, snow, snow!
- The trees with their branches all curling with snow!
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- How spotless it seems and how pure!
- I wish that my spirit were so!
- And that while my soul shall endure
- It might shine far more bright than the snow!
- Snow, snow, snow!
- Were my heart but as pure and bright as the snow!
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- It shall go with the breath of spring,
- And down to the river shall flow!
- And the summer again shall bring
- Bright flowers for the silvery snow!
- Snow, snow, snow!
- Bright flowers shall bloom on the grave of the snow.
February 17, 1853. Vermont Watchman and State Journal 47(13): 1. From the Little Silverstring.