Mary Mapes Dodge

But when a snow-flake, brave and meek, Lights on a rosy maiden's cheek, It starts—"How warm and soft the day!" "'Tis summer!" and it melts away.

Whenever a snow-flake leaves the sky, It turns and turns to say "Good-bye! Good-by, dear cloud, so cool and gray!" Then lightly travels on its way.

For ever and ever, my darling, yes— Goodness and love are undying; Only the troubles and cares of earth Are winged from the first for flying. Our way we plough In the furrow "now;"

But I believe that God is overhead; And as life is to the living, so death is to the dead.

Life is a mystery as deep as ever death can be; Yet oh, how dear it is to us, this life we live and see!