Poems (Linn)/The Snow
For works with similar titles, see The Snow.
EARLY POEMS.
THE SNOW.
FOLDING the earth in its mantle Pure and undefiled,Soft in its own clear whiteness As the cheek of an innocent child,The snow o'er the world is falling, It floats upon the air,Silent, yet ever restless, As a child's hands crossed in prayer.
Like a benediction descending O'er the sin-stained weary world,It falls in tender pity, Its mantle o'er all unfurled.Oh, Father in Heaven above us, Thy goodness and Thy loveDescend like a silent spirit, Like a pure and spotless dove.
This world is a myst'ry of sorrow, And dark with sin and woe;Over its toil and sadness Thy mantle of mercy throw. Fold us about, protect us In Thy garment, spotless white,As the snow in its silent falling Is shrouding the earth to-night.