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Coming

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When the snow is on the earth     Birds and waters cease their mirth;     When the sunlight is prevailing     Even the night-winds drop their wailing.     On the earth when deep snows lie     Still the sun is in the sky,     And when most we miss his fire     He is ever drawing nigher.     In the darkest winter day     Thou, God, art not far away;     When the nights grow colder, drearer,     Father, thou art coming nearer!     For thee coming I would watch     With my hand upon the latch--     Of the door, I mean, that faces     Out upon the eternal spaces!

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"When the snow is on the earth..."

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