Part 2 — THE HOLY SNOWDROPS.
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Of old, with goodwill from the skies, The holy angels came; They walked the earth with human eyes, And passed away in flame.
But now the angels are withdrawn, Because the flowers can speak; With Christ, we see the dayspring dawn In every snowdrop meek.
God sends them forth; to God they tend; Not less with love they burn, That to the earth they lowly bend, And unto dust return.
No miracle in them hath place, For this world is their home; An utterance of essential grace The angel-snowdrops come.