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THE SONG OF THE SNOW.

POETRY BY W, O. BOURNE——-MUSIC BY ASAHEL ABBOTT.

   

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The earth is all covered to-day
With a mantle of radiant snow ;
And sparkles and shines in the ray,
In crystals of glistening snow—

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The trees have a burden of white—
The sparkling, glistening snow !

They stretched out their branches, I know,

And filled their great arms in the night
To play in the sunbeams with snow—

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It covers the earth from the cold—
Would you think, little Ella, ’tis so ?

And avhen it comes down on the world, And that, while my soul shall endure,
It is only a warm coat of snow—

Happy, curious, warm coat of snow!

It might shine far more bright than the snow—
Were my heart but as pure as the snow!
IV.
From my window the snow-birds I see—
They hop and they flit as they go!
: — rpeak of a lesson to me,
While they feed in the beautiful snow—
The birds that delight in the snow!

The branches all curling with snow !

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How spotless it seems, and how pure!
I wish that my spirit were so!

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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—
Bright flowers on the grave of the snow: