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Hymns and Poems

Original and Translated: By Edward Caswall ... Second Edition

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XXVII. ON SEEING SNOW UPON GOOD FRIDAY.
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XXVII. ON SEEING SNOW UPON GOOD FRIDAY.

Snow, what art thou doing here,
At this season of the year,
Just when earth begins to sing,
Bringing Winter into Spring?
Christmas is thy fitter day,
Christmas long has pass'd away;
Say, then, what has brought thee here,
At this season of the year?

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Is it, upon this sad day,
When upon the Cross He lay,
To recall that happier morn
When the Prince of Peace was born?
Or, appearing to our sight,
All in robes of virgin white,
Wouldst thou rather us remind
In a moral undesign'd,
What great purity of heart
Is required on our part,
If we hope a life to spend
Worthy of the Saviour's end?
Thus in thee, if well inclined,
We a useful lesson find;
Thou wilt quickly melt away;
May the lesson longer stay!