Poems (Ford)/Snow
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SNOW.
Slowly and softly it fluttereth down,
Veiling the earth's sombre mantle of brown;
Lightly it drifteth in eddying whirls,
Crowning each bough with a chaplet of pearls.
Veiling the earth's sombre mantle of brown;
Lightly it drifteth in eddying whirls,
Crowning each bough with a chaplet of pearls.
Soft as the down of an angel's white wing,
Bright as the bloom of the hawthorn in spring,
Pure and untainted, its flakes touch the sod,—
Pearl blossoms blown from the garden of God.
Bright as the bloom of the hawthorn in spring,
Pure and untainted, its flakes touch the sod,—
Pearl blossoms blown from the garden of God.
Far are the folds of its white mantle spread,
Softening the sound of the tempest-king's tread;
Hamlet and homestead in pure beauty glow,
Wrapped in the soft, fleecy robe of the snow.
Softening the sound of the tempest-king's tread;
Hamlet and homestead in pure beauty glow,
Wrapped in the soft, fleecy robe of the snow.
On the dark brow of the sable-robed pine,
Clusters of jewels, its brilliant wreaths shine;
Hill-top and valley in quiet sleep lie
Folded in drapery woven on high.
Clusters of jewels, its brilliant wreaths shine;
Hill-top and valley in quiet sleep lie
Folded in drapery woven on high.
Heaven-born snow-flakes, the pure soul, like thee,
Flits through the world, but from earth-stains is free,
Brightens and blesses where'er it may go,—
Beautifies earth like the soft, falling snow.
Flits through the world, but from earth-stains is free,
Brightens and blesses where'er it may go,—
Beautifies earth like the soft, falling snow.
Gently from heaven, its birthplace, it comes,
Folds its white pinions around earthly homes,
Seems for a moment to sleep in the sod,
Thence on the sunbeams of love soars to God.
Folds its white pinions around earthly homes,
Seems for a moment to sleep in the sod,
Thence on the sunbeams of love soars to God.