[[audio/mpeg]The Snow-Flakes.WORDS AND MUSIC WRITTEN FOR MERRY’S MUSEUM.Music: The Snow Flakes“Gently, gently falls the snow,Lightly, lightly, soft and slow;Pretty crystals, tell me why,Leave thy home in yonder sky?“All above is pure and true,Pretty snow-flakes—just like you.Then why in heaven take thy birth,Yet seek a home on this dark earth?”Thus I spoke, and seem’d to hearA gentle spirit whisper near—“Though from heaven the snow-flakes fall,And mix with earth—the fate of all—“When their winter task is done,They’ll melt and mingle with the sun;And, with his beams, in dew-drops rise,Pure as before, to yonder skies.”
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The Snow-Flakes.
WORDS AND MUSIC WRITTEN FOR MERRY’S MUSEUM.
Music: The Snow Flakes
“Gently, gently falls the snow,Lightly, lightly, soft and slow;Pretty crystals, tell me why,Leave thy home in yonder sky?“All above is pure and true,Pretty snow-flakes—just like you.Then why in heaven take thy birth,Yet seek a home on this dark earth?”Thus I spoke, and seem’d to hearA gentle spirit whisper near—“Though from heaven the snow-flakes fall,And mix with earth—the fate of all—“When their winter task is done,They’ll melt and mingle with the sun;And, with his beams, in dew-drops rise,Pure as before, to yonder skies.”
“Gently, gently falls the snow,Lightly, lightly, soft and slow;Pretty crystals, tell me why,Leave thy home in yonder sky?“All above is pure and true,Pretty snow-flakes—just like you.Then why in heaven take thy birth,Yet seek a home on this dark earth?”Thus I spoke, and seem’d to hearA gentle spirit whisper near—“Though from heaven the snow-flakes fall,And mix with earth—the fate of all—“When their winter task is done,They’ll melt and mingle with the sun;And, with his beams, in dew-drops rise,Pure as before, to yonder skies.”
“Gently, gently falls the snow,
Lightly, lightly, soft and slow;
Pretty crystals, tell me why,
Leave thy home in yonder sky?
“All above is pure and true,Pretty snow-flakes—just like you.Then why in heaven take thy birth,Yet seek a home on this dark earth?”
“All above is pure and true,
Pretty snow-flakes—just like you.
Then why in heaven take thy birth,
Yet seek a home on this dark earth?”
Thus I spoke, and seem’d to hearA gentle spirit whisper near—“Though from heaven the snow-flakes fall,And mix with earth—the fate of all—
Thus I spoke, and seem’d to hear
A gentle spirit whisper near—
“Though from heaven the snow-flakes fall,
And mix with earth—the fate of all—
“When their winter task is done,They’ll melt and mingle with the sun;And, with his beams, in dew-drops rise,Pure as before, to yonder skies.”
“When their winter task is done,
They’ll melt and mingle with the sun;
And, with his beams, in dew-drops rise,
Pure as before, to yonder skies.”