Gather To Listen

The snowflakes are falling
And whirling around,
And covering thickly
The hard, frozen ground.

Yet faintly and softly
There comes to the ear
A strain of sweet music,
So liquid and clear,

That we gather to listen,
And wondering say,
“It must be the voices
Of fairies at play.”

And the snowdrops, which silent
Have lain at our feet,
Slowly ring their white bells
In an answer so sweet;

That Winter awakens,
All nature draws near,
And wishes her children
“A Happy New Year.”