Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
Snow SonnetJessie (Goodwin) Moore
O
Of purity dost thou thy mantle bring?
Broad is thy mission, for thy snowy wing
Above all nature folds; thy white hands sweep
In equal benison o’er all; they heap
Both hill and hollow; o’er the woodland fling
New foliage, delicate and light; till spring
They cheer the garden where the roses sleep.
Before thy coming earth seemed dark with flaws,
But now thy generous kindness maketh rare
The beautiful, and over blackness draws
Its own perfection, till all earth is fair.
O teacher fair! so hast thou shown to me
The beauty and the grace of charity.