The snow-flakes fell on her golden hair
As she hied from her home away,
And bright to her as the April air
Was the shadowy Christmas day.
Yes, fair as the daisied fields were the skies,
For her heart was glad and warm,
And it changed the world to a paradise,
And to blossoming air the storm.
Laugh on, laugh on, O Maiden fair,
Laugh on in the stormy while you may;
The snow will fall on your golden hair
On another Christmas day.
The snow of years will fall on your hair,
May the Christmas hope still glow,
And you will be then as free from care,
And light-hearted amid the snow.
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