"The First Snow" by Sister Ruth (1894)

The First Snow.

BY SISTER RUTH.

Gently falls the snow

On the earth below;

Flakes, like flowerets, blow

        To and fro.

Every flake a flower

From an angel's bower—

Like a pearly shower,

        For an hour.

Shines the truant Sun,

Thro' the storm begun;

Now the deed is done—

        Cruel Sun!

Flowerets disappear,

All the earth is clear,

While we voices hear,

        Far and near.

"No more fun to-day!

Put the sleds away—

Children cannot play,

        Alack a day!"

Troy Daily Times. November 17, 1894.