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 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!