WHILE SNOWS ARE FALLING.
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And calm white silence lulled to rest
The pale, mute flowers beneath them dreaming,—
Behold! We woke to find made true
The hope our hearts had been forestalling,
And life grew fairer than we knew,—
While snows were falling.
The pale, mute flowers beneath them dreaming,—
Behold! We woke to find made true
The hope our hearts had been forestalling,
And life grew fairer than we knew,—
While snows were falling.
Ah, well the days of youth fly fast,
Their suns grow dim, their blossoms wither;
And many a dream that made our past,
Flies fast and far, we know not whither;
But when we tread life's wintry slope
We hear again their voices calling,
And Memory leads us back to Hope
While snows are falling.
Their suns grow dim, their blossoms wither;
And many a dream that made our past,
Flies fast and far, we know not whither;
But when we tread life's wintry slope
We hear again their voices calling,
And Memory leads us back to Hope
While snows are falling.
