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WHILE SNOWS ARE FALLING.
The springtime came, the springtime went,
With shimmer of cloud and shiny weather;
The golden glory of June was spent,
On hills and fields we roamed together;
We walked through autumn's purple haze,
The future's dream of bliss forestalling,
And shuddering thought of winter days
      With snows a-falling.

For earth was all so wondrous fair,
And heaven smiled down so blue above it,
Each wandering breath of balmy air
But made us learn anew to love it;
What wonder if with all so bright,
And wild birds through the woodland calling,
We sighed to think of winter's night
      While snows were falling.

But when at last the world was dressed
In shining robes of ice-mail gleaming,