SNOW-FLAKES. SNOW-FLAKES Softly, slowly falling, Speak to me in language gentle; "Like the things of life and nature, Seen with eyesight clear or dim, What we seem to every gazer, That we are in truth to him. "We are but a means of frolic To the schoolboy at his play; We are curses to the workman Doomed to spend an idle day; "And to him who skims the surface "But to him who, looking deeper, We are things of form and beauty, "We are showers of heavenly flowers, Falling from the fields of air; Evanescent indications Of the perfect beauty there : "And the lesson we are teaching, Not the seeming, but the true; "Looking deep below the surface For the beautiful and fair, With a steadfast faith, and earnest, That the beautiful is there ; "Looking for a soul of beauty, "Good in men, and good in nature, Good in life, and everything, In a universe of beauty, And a never-ending Spring." THE WINTER STORM. O SNOW, SO bright, so beautiful! O forms fantastic! strangely traced By frost upon the window-pane, And wrought to scenes of fairyland, Within the workshop of the brain. I love you, as I ever love The beautiful in land and sea, And in the cloudy forms that float In shapes majestic over me. Dare I rejoice that you are here, That saddens creatures bound to me By brotherhood of life and pain? Dare I rejoice? No, no! not so ! Sits sadly near a leafless hedge, Dare I rejoice? No, no! not so! With hungry children weeping round, Sits listless by a dying fire; Starvation in the frozen ground. Dare I rejoice? No, no! not so! Full many a traveller, bowed with age, Will fall and die, who might have gone In peace another easy stage. Dare I rejoice? No, no! not so! I dare not sin so great a sin, And, bannered selfishness unfurled, In cruel isolation live, A monster in an empty world. |