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 Cruel faces vanish, And all the loveless waste, In a fair home they find them, Tenderly embraced.

And when we deem them dying, More life the Lord imparts, Their faint frail breath subsideth On warm angel hearts; Like a wavelet failing On a sand so fair: Ah! then the angels welcome Heaven's cloudless crystal air! Because of the frail snow-flake Their kind bosoms wear. The snow-flake melts in glory, The little child awakes; Under the smiles of Jesus, Death-frozen for our sakes, There are no more snow-flakes! With our snows bejewelled How the angels shine, Earth's frozen flower a sunlet Pulsing light divine!

Dear babes, help one another! All the saints help you: We are with them in heaven,