CHRISTMAS SNOW.
Reading edition
What so merry as snow? Gleefully robing the grave old town In garb fantastic of ermine and down; Whispering at the window pane, Then spreading its wee, white wings again Till, alighting at last with noiseless feet, On tiptoe in the muffled street It dances to and fro. What so pure as snow? Flakes like the thoughts of a little child, Undefiling and undefiled; Wonderful, starry mysteries Falling softly out of the skies, Decking with white the bare, brown earth In memory of the holy birth At Bethlehem, long ago.
