Then lightly travels on its way.
And when a snowflake finds a tree,
“Good-day!” it says—“Good-day to thee!
Thou art so bare and lonely, dear,
I’ll rest and call my comrades here.”
But when a snowflake, brave and meek,
Lights on a rosy maiden’s cheek,
It starts—“How warm and soft the day!
’Tis summer!”—and it melts away.
[4] From Along the Way. Copyright, 1879, by Mary Mapes Dodge. Published by Charles Scribner’s Sons.