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19 To melt away the snow. See, how it falls

In drops of crystal from the glowing spray,

Wreathed with deep crimson buds—the fairy fires.

And now that there is something bright on earth,

The clouds are driven from the clear blue sky,

And heaven is bright'ning too. Serene and calm,

The very air is hushed into repose,

That not a breath may ruffle the young flowers,

Now gently waking into life and light.