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.
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.
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.