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On The Sudden Snow
How beautiful the sight,
This robe of spotless white,
O'er nature flung!
On every bush, and tree,
Its pearly folds we see,
In beauty hung.
This robe of spotless white,
O'er nature flung!
On every bush, and tree,
Its pearly folds we see,
In beauty hung.
To bless this sacred day,
And clothe in fit array,
It fell from heaven;
To make men think of God,
And his own blest abode,
The sight was given.
And clothe in fit array,
It fell from heaven;
To make men think of God,
And his own blest abode,
The sight was given.
God doth in Nature show
His love, e'en here below,
Each passing hour;
And with his children plead,
Oh, may we ever heed,
And feel its power.
His love, e'en here below,
Each passing hour;
And with his children plead,
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And feel its power.
Soon will He change the scene,
And, with a sudden green,
The earth surprise!
Earth too his dwelling is,
All that we see is his,
The Good, and Wise.
And, with a sudden green,
The earth surprise!
Earth too his dwelling is,
All that we see is his,
The Good, and Wise.
Poem No. 176; 24 March 1850
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