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A ROSE IN WINTER^ 



" A thousand shall fall Ijeside thee, and ten thousand at thy right hand ; but 

 ^it shall not come nigh thee." 



Psalm, xci. 7. 



How com'st thou here, fair flower, 

 When Christmas-tide is nigh ? 



Around the old church-tower 

 The bleak winds moan and sigh : 



The snow is thickly falling, 

 The frost is on the ground ; — 



Yet, brighter days recalling, 

 In beauty thou art found. 



"Wilt tell to me, fair flower. 

 What secret charm is thine ? 



That I, when life's storms lower, 

 Like thee may bloom and shine. 



« Seen in full bloom against a chancel wall, amid a snow-storm. 



