A lovely sight, when cold winds blow,
Are downy flakes of falling snow
Which deck the earth with glist'ning gems,
And crowns it with a diadem.
A lovely sight are trees bowed low
Beneath the weight of gleaming snow
Even the most uncomely sight
Is lovely 'neath such spotless white.

by Mary M. Coughlin

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