SNOW DROPS.

Gently fall the snow flakes
     From the clouds above,
Noiselessly and joyously
     As the breath of love,
Noiseless in their gaiety,

     Gentle in their mirth,
As they spread their robes of purity
     Softly o’er the earth.

Beauteous types of Innocence!
     Delicately fair

As the thoughts of Angels
     Hov’ring in the air:
Not less pure and innocent
     Is each little dove,—
Each joyous, sparkling snow-drop

     In the cot of Love.

Yes, prattling little Children!
     Germs of Love are ye,
Spotless as the snow-drops,
     Hearts as pure and free,

Oh! guard them in their innocence,
     Ye to whom are given
These fairy human snow-drops,
     Gifts from Love’s own Heaven. [Page 116]