Pure as an angel, gentle as love!
Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow!
How the flakes gather and laugh as they go,
Whirling about in their maddening fun;
It plays in its glee with everyone—
Chasing—Laughing—Hurrying by.
It lights on the face, and sparkles the eye.
And the dogs, with a bark and a bound,
Snap at the crystals as they eddy around;
The town is alive, and its heart in a glow,