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Under the Snow
Our darling of the Summer hours,
Our sunbeam in the Summer glow,
Our blossom 'mid the dancing bowers,
Alas! he lieth low
Under the snow.
Our sunbeam in the Summer glow,
Our blossom 'mid the dancing bowers,
Alas! he lieth low
Under the snow.
We mourn him through the Winter gloom,
We miss him in the fireside glow,
Which dances round the curtained room,
The while he lieth low
Under the snow.
We miss him in the fireside glow,
Which dances round the curtained room,
The while he lieth low
Under the snow.
Oh, no! 'tis but our darling's dust;
He basks in Heaven's eternal glow,
Folded in arms that we can trust:
He lies not low
Under the snow.
He basks in Heaven's eternal glow,
Folded in arms that we can trust:
He lies not low
Under the snow.
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