Mary Mapes Dodge (1831 – 1905)
American children's writer and editor, best known for her novel Hans Brinker.
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But when a snowflake, brave and meek,
Lights on a rosy maiden's cheek,
It starts—"How warm and soft the day!"
"'T is summer!" and it melts away.
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!
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 after the tilling and growing the sheaf;
Soil for the root, but the sun for the leaf—
And God keepeth watch forever.
Whenever a snowflake leaves the sky,
It turns and turns to say "Good-by!
Good-by, dear clouds, so cool and gray!"
Then lightly travels on its way.
But I believe that God is overhead
And as life is to the living, so death is to the dead.
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