THE SNOWDROP.
How pure and how sweet,Little snowdrop, you blow!While, by you peeped through,Fade the last streaks of snow.Thus our last tears streamFor a sorrow gone by,While dawns the first dreamOf a joy drawing nigh.
How pure and how sweet,Little snowdrop, you blow!While, by you peeped through,Fade the last streaks of snow.Thus our last tears streamFor a sorrow gone by,While dawns the first dreamOf a joy drawing nigh.
How pure and how sweet,Little snowdrop, you blow!While, by you peeped through,Fade the last streaks of snow.Thus our last tears streamFor a sorrow gone by,While dawns the first dreamOf a joy drawing nigh.
How pure and how sweet,
Little snowdrop, you blow!
While, by you peeped through,
Fade the last streaks of snow.
Thus our last tears stream
For a sorrow gone by,
While dawns the first dream
Of a joy drawing nigh.