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Will o’er the once untroubled sky 
Quick driven clouds began to fly, 
And moaning zephyrs ceased to sigh, 
When winter’s storms in fury burst 
Upon a world indeed accurst. 
And when at last the driving snow, 
A strange, ill-omened sight, 
Came whitening all the plains below 
To trembling Eve it seemed—affright, 
With shivering cold and terror bowed, 
As if each fleecy vapour cloud 
Were falling as a snowy shroud, 
To form a close-enwrapping pall 
For earth’s untimeous funeral. 
Then all her faith and gladness fled; 
And, nothing left but black despair, 
Eve madiy wished she had been dead, 
Or never born a pilgrim there ; 
But, as she wept, an angel bent 
His way adown the firmament, 
And, on a task of mercy sent, 
He raised her up, and bade her cheer 
Her drooping heart, and banish fear : 
And catching, as he gently spake, 
A flake of falling snow, 
He breathed on it, and bade it take 
A form, and bud and blow ; 






