But chilling winds around it blew;

But chilling winds around it blew;

 

And hoary frost his mantle spread

And hoary frost his mantle spread

 

Upon the little snow-drop's bed.

Upon the little snow-drop's bed.

 

 

I love this modest little flower;—

I love this modest little flower;—

 

It comes in desolation's hour

It comes in desolation's hour

 

The barren landscape's face to cheer,

The barren landscape's face to cheer,

 

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