SNOWDROP. 
For my only one, my loved one, 
A fragile thing like you, 
Both came to me and left me 
In the spring as snowdrops do. 
Like the crimson light of sunset 
Streaming through a wreath of snow, 
So soft upon her pallid cheek 
The hectic fever’s glow. 
As fading snowdrops gently sink 
Upon the cold earth’s breast, 
So gently sank my holy child 
To her eternal rest. 
My only one, my loved one, . 
I shall see her yet again, 
When I, too, am transplanted 
From this world of grief and pain. 
Her snowdrops, oh, her snowdrops ! 
Shall be ever dear to me— 
I will cherish them as emblems 
Of her immortality. 
THE SNOWDROP. 
As Hope, with bowed head, silent stood, 
And on her golden' anchor leant, 
Watching below the angry flood, 
While Winter, ’mid the drearknent 
Half-buried in the drifted snow, 
Lay sleeping on the frozen ground, 
