The Snow


THE snow! The snow! The feathery flakes of snow! 

How they're falling to the music 

Of the winds so sad and low! 

How they brighten, 

How they whiten, 

Over all the earth below 

The snow! The snow! The fluttering flakes of snow! 

What a soft and fleecy mantle 

They are spreading o'er below! 

How they gladden, 

How they sadden, 

As they tumble down so slow 

The snow! The snow! The feathery flakes of snow! 

As the night-wind sadly chanteth, 

They are tumbling down so slow; 

Uncomplaining, 

They are staining 

Their spotless robes below; 

But the hand that made the summer, 

And the balmy zephyr's murmur,

And the fruit and grain to grow, 

Made each fragrant, blooming flower 

Made the sunshine and the shower,

Tinted gorgeously the bow 

Made the wintry wind's lone wailing, 

And the frost, the rain, the hailing 

Made the beauteous flakes of snow, 

That are brightening, 

Softly whitening,

O'er the dark, brown earth below; 

That are falling to the music 

Of the winds, so sad and low.