Poems and Songs by E. H. B. [i.e. E. H. Bickersteth] | ||
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THE SNOWDROP.
I
Shrouded in snow, thy tiny formStarts from its parent earth;
Thy beauty braves the howling storm,
It heralds forth thy birth.
II
Sweet flower!—a message dost thou bearFrom God's high throne above,
In answer to some mourner's prayer,
A token of His love?
III
How like a tear art thou, sweet flower!—The tear young joy would fling
O'er hearts, which, bright in beauty's bower,
Gleam o'er love's offering.
IV
Thou little pensive fairy, hail!And bid us not despair;
Where hearts are sad and cheeks are pale,
Come!—shed thy blossoms there.
Poems and Songs by E. H. B. [i.e. E. H. Bickersteth] | ||