O snow, which sinks so light,
Brown earth is hid from sight,
O soul, be thou as white,
As white as snow, as snow,
O snow, which falls so slow,
Dear earth quite warm below;
O heart,
O heart, so keep thy glow,
Beneath the snow, the snow.
O snow in thy soft grave
Sad flow'rs, sad flow'rs the winter brave;
O heart, so soothe and save,
so soothe, as does the snow.
The snow must melt, must go,
Fast, fast, fast, fast as water flow.
Not thus, my soul,
Thy gifts to fade like snow,
Not thus, not thus,
O sow not thus thy gifts to fade like snow.
O snow, thou'rt white no more,
Thy sparkling too, is o'er;
Be as bevore,
Was bright the snow.
Then as the snow all pure,
O heart be, but endure;
Through all the years full sure,
Not as the snow, not as the snow.