The Snow

O snow ,which sinks so light,

Brown earth is hid, from sight

O soul, be thou as white, as snow.

O snow, which falls so slow

O heart, so keep thy glow,(Dear earth quite warm below,)

beneath the snow.

O snow, in thy soft grave,

Sad flow’s the winter brave,

O heart, so soothe and save,

As does the snow,

The snow must melt, must go

Fast , fast as waters flow.

Not thus my soul,

O sow, thy gift to fade like snow,

Fast, fast, fast, fast!

Thy gift to fade

to fade like snow,

O snow, thou’rt white more,

Thy sparking too ,is ov’r.

O soul, be as before,

Was bright the snow.

Then as the snow all pure,

O heart be, but endure (Through all the years full sure)

Not as the snow.