O snow, which sinks so light, Brown earth is hid from sight O soul, be thou as white as snow, O snow, which falls so slow, Dear earth quite warm below; O heart, so keep thy glow Beneath the snow. O snow, in thy soft grave Sad flow'rs the winter brave; O heart, so sooth and save, as does the snow. The snow must melt, must go, Fast, fast as water flow. Not thus, my soul, O sow Thy gifts to fade like snow. O snow, thou'rt white no more, Thy sparkling too, is o'er; O soul, be as before, Was bright the snow. Then as the snow all pure, O heart be, but endure; Through all the years full sure, Not as the snow.