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THE SNOWDROP.
I come when the cold drifting snow
Lies white upon the frozen ground,
When Winter winds do loudly blow,
And all is bare and bleak around;
While Spring lies 'neath a winding sheet,
Protected from the snow and sleet.
Lies white upon the frozen ground,
When Winter winds do loudly blow,
And all is bare and bleak around;
While Spring lies 'neath a winding sheet,
Protected from the snow and sleet.
I am the herald of the flowers,
Usher them in and then I go;
In vain you search the Summer bowers,
And Spring's sweet face I scarcely know;
Though for her eager watch I keep,
Till Winter wakens from his sleep.
Usher them in and then I go;
In vain you search the Summer bowers,
And Spring's sweet face I scarcely know;
Though for her eager watch I keep,
Till Winter wakens from his sleep.
Though trembling to her skirt I cling,
I never meet her face to face;
Although I am the child of Spring,
I never feel her warm embrace.
When April comes with sun and showers,
I am not found among the flowers.
I never meet her face to face;
Although I am the child of Spring,
I never feel her warm embrace.
When April comes with sun and showers,
I am not found among the flowers.
And so I come, and so I go,
A little white neglected thing,
Left to stand out amid the snow:
And yet I know my mother Spring
Oft comes near me when I'm asleep,
And in my dreams I hear her weep.
A little white neglected thing,
Left to stand out amid the snow:
And yet I know my mother Spring
Oft comes near me when I'm asleep,
And in my dreams I hear her weep.
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I come from a far distant land,
But cannot see for sleet and snow
His face who leads me by the hand
But 'tis an angel's voice, I know,
That cheers me in my lonely hours,
And sends me here to wake the flowers.
But cannot see for sleet and snow
His face who leads me by the hand
But 'tis an angel's voice, I know,
That cheers me in my lonely hours,
And sends me here to wake the flowers.
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