Too often shows a cheerless face,
And falling snow is fast enfolding
Earth’s treasure in its soft embrace;
We give these pure white showers a rival
And namesake in our Christmas page,
Whose charm shall have less brief survival,
And banish not with winter’s rage.
Go, Feathery Flakes! Go forth, nor tarry
At limits of our colder zone;
And may you, for the trust you carry,