| O snow, which sinks so light,
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| Brown earth is hid from sight,
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| O soul, be thou as white,
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| As white as snow, as snow,
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| O snow, which falls so slow,
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| Dear earth quite warm below;
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| O heart,
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| O heart, so keep thy glow,
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| Beneath the snow, the snow.
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| O snow in thy soft grave
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| Sad flow’rs, sad flow’rs the winter brave;
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| O heart, so soothe and save,
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| so soothe, as does the snow.
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| The snow must melt, must go,
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| Fast, fast, fast, fast as water flow.
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| Not thus, my soul,
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| O sow
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| Thy gifts to fade like snow,
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| Not thus, not thus,
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| O sow not thus thy gifts to fade like snow.
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| O snow, thou’rt white no more,
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| Thy sparkling too, is o’er;
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| Be as bevore,
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| Was bright the snow.
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| Then as the snow all pure,
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| O heart be, but endure;
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| Through all the years full sure,
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| Not as the snow, not as the snow. |