 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
THE SNOW.
An old man sadly said,
Where's the snow
That fell the year that's fled—
Where's the snow?
As fruitless were the task
Of many a joy to ask,
As the snow!
Where's the snow
That fell the year that's fled—
Where's the snow?
As fruitless were the task
Of many a joy to ask,
As the snow!
The hope of airy birth,
Like the snow,
Is stained on reaching earth,
Like the snow;
While 'tis sparkling in the ray
'Tis melting fast away—
Like the snow.
Like the snow,
Is stained on reaching earth,
Like the snow;
While 'tis sparkling in the ray
'Tis melting fast away—
Like the snow.
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A cold deceitful thing
Is the snow,
Though it come on dove-like wing—
The false snow!
'Tis but rain disguis'd appears:
And our hopes are frozen tears—
Like the snow.
Is the snow,
Though it come on dove-like wing—
The false snow!
'Tis but rain disguis'd appears:
And our hopes are frozen tears—
Like the snow.
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |