Poems (Coolidge)/Snowflakes
SNOWFLAKES
Softly fall the snowflakes, pure and white they lie,
Through the glistening tree-tops looms the cold gray sky;
Silently the Father, though the storm be drear,
Sendeth holy comfort, shadowed hearts to cheer.
Through the glistening tree-tops looms the cold gray sky;
Silently the Father, though the storm be drear,
Sendeth holy comfort, shadowed hearts to cheer.
Softly fall the snowflakes, filling all the air,
Forming feathery garlands, each of foliage fair;
Though our sins be scarlet, by the Saviour's love,
Robes of dazzling whiteness shall be ours above.
Forming feathery garlands, each of foliage fair;
Though our sins be scarlet, by the Saviour's love,
Robes of dazzling whiteness shall be ours above.
Softly fall the snowflakes, hiding earth from view,
Till the landscape sparkles with a beauty new;
So the spirit granteth gifts of love and joy,
And our souls are cleansed from the world's alloy.
Till the landscape sparkles with a beauty new;
So the spirit granteth gifts of love and joy,
And our souls are cleansed from the world's alloy.