The Snow Flakes

In the winter I saw the loveliest sky that you ever saw.

It was blue and pink and yellow and orange and white and black and grey.

That was the colors of the sky.

It pleased me so that I went and sat down.

You must think of life and the poor that war makes.

Done by Alice Oliver Henderson, Miss.

Fast falling rain and every hill in mist

Make even my very saddest thoughts grow sadder,

And every sad thought lengthens my long list,

As, moaning over old things that make me madder,

I sit and sulk over some unkind word

And weep as if I had not wept before,

And think of words about me I have heard,

And with old thoughts grieve over them some more.

But soon, if I get up, or sit and gaze,

Telling myself stories of joyous thought

Before the warm and cheery, singing blaze,

Now all my bad thoughts in a trap are caught;

And if I gaze at castles in the fire,

Then all the while to gladness I grow nigher.