Snow-Flakes.
I wonder what they are, These pretty, wayward things, That o'er the gloomy earth The wind of heaven flings. Each one a tiny star, And each a perfect gem; What magic in the art That thus has fashioned them. What beauty in the flake That falls upon my hand; And yet this tiny thing My will cannot command. No two are just alike, And yet they are the same; I wonder if my thought Could give to each a name. Unlike the fragile flowers That love the sun's warm rays, These snow-flakes love the cold, And die on sunny days! So dainty and so pure, How beautiful they are; And yet the slightest touch Their purity may mar. They must be gazed upon, Not handled or caressed; And thus we hold afar The things we love the best.
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