SNOW.

Colonist, Volume XIX, Issue 2280, 6 September 1877, Page 4

SNOW.

[The'following poem was the last piece written by Mr John T. Mitchell, a Sootch journalist, who after a ibrief but bright literary career, died at the age of twenty-four. His notn-de-plume P. D. G. (Parma Dei Gratia) ia well-koown in Scotland in connection with many poelio fragments ,diaplaying great ability.] Snow, snow, snow; ' Gently, slowly, swiftly falling ; < Each flak a with'a soft voice calling, Unto man to look on thee, ' And emulate thy purity. Snow, snow, snow ;' * On the mountains, in the valleys ; On the steeples, in the alleys '; Making children Bbout with gl»e — Falling'on the'far-off sea. Snowj snow, snow; 1 Falling all the Bhort-lived day.' ' Falling near and far away ; Wrapping all the world in'white ; In the dark and silent night. Snow, Bnow, snow; Falling on the shrubs and sward ;* On the mounds in the churchyard; On each palace, cot, and wood j On the evil and the good. Snow, snow, snow; White—and bright—and beautiful; Lying on the fields like wool; Warmest garment for the earth, Till the spring bursts into birth. Snow, snow, Bnow; Spotless raiment wov'n in heaven; For the needs of Nature given ; Modest, pure, and glorious dress— Cor'ring all her nakedness. Snow, snow, snow; Silencing the closing year ; Whisp'ring unto men to hear What THOU and their spibits say Of lire's swiftly closing day. Snow, snow, snow ; This by thee to me was said Of the living and the dead— " White-robed you began your life; White-robed stands the new-made wife j Faces change and paes away— White robes are the death array. Lo! the, Righteous Judge draws near j All before Him must appear ; Blest shall they be who shall stand, i As the,sheep,on His right-hand. , Many then arrayed shall be, ~ ■ In snow-white immortality j Cleans'd from passion's heat and pain ; : Wjaah'd. from ey'ry,spot and atain, . t . •: i Raised i^om death to lasting life j ■ ; Taken,from all toil and strife; These, these stand, and these alone, ; ' Faultless before the Great White Throne." . . .... lSjqow, gnow, Bnow.; I have listened to th} voice; . I. have/heard thee, and rejoice ; And have hope that I shall be Clothed in white perpetually. Snow, gnow, snow; Gently, slowly, swiftly falling, . Each flake with a soft voice calling, j , Unto men to look to theo, , And emulate thy purity. »