O DARLING spirits of the snow,
Who hide within your heart the green,
Howe'er the wintry wind may blow,
The secret of the summer sheen
Ye smile to know!

By frozen rills, in woods and mead,
A mild pure sisterhood ye grow,
Who bend the meek and quiet head,
And are a token from below
From our dear dead.

As in their turf ye softly shine
Of innocent white lives they lead,
With healing influence Divine
For souls who on their memory feed,
World-worn like mine.