'T IS a song of a snow-flake cold and white, Which came to earth on a winter's night, And lay serene in the calm moonlight By the window of a lady. 'T is the song of a sunbeam bright and gay, Which pierced the cloud of a winter's day To melt the snowflake where it lay Before the eyes of the lady. A song of a heart like the snow-flake cold That longed in vain for a sunbeam bold To pierce the crust and pour its gold Into the life of the lady. And then there's a song which is sweet and true, Of some one fair, with eyes of blue, Who came one day and did gently woo To warmth the heart of the lady. |