The Snowfall
by Anneliese M. Kvamme
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and whispered the snow drifts down To blanket house and farm and countryside around With peaceful white-- A quilt handsewn By deity, with crystals delicately blown To rest upon the slumbering earth-- In perfect form and frozen warmth. If one may lay beneath the cloak and lifetime vigil keep How quickly and with comfort he may surely sleep-- |