Mittens Inspired By Mittens

O snow, which sinks so light,

Brown earth is hid from sight,

O soul, be thou as white as snow.

O snow, which falls so slow,

Dear earth quite warm below;

O heart, so keep thy glow,

Beneath the snow.

O snow, in thy soft grave

Sas flowers the winter brave;

O heart, so soothe ans save,

As does the snow.

The snow must melt, must go,

Fast as water flow.

Not thus, my soul, O sow

Thy gifts to fade like snow.

O snow, thou art white no more,

Thy sparkling too, is o’er;

O soul, be as before,

Was bright the snow.

Then as the snow all pure,

O heart be, but endure,

Through all the years full sure,

Not as the snow.