"While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen." (2 Corinthians 4: 18)
We speak of snow as of an image of death. It may be that but it hides the everlasting life always under its robe. The life will be revealed in due time, when all cold shadows shall melt away before the ascending sun. We shall be, not unclothed, but clothed upon, and mortality shall be swallowed up of life.
UNDER THE SNOW
"It is pleasant to think, just under the snow,
That stretches so bleak and blank and cold,
Are beauty and warmth that we cannot know, --
Green fields and leaves and blossoms of gold.
"Yes, under this frozen and dumb expanse,
Ungladdened by bee or bird or flower,
A world where the leaping fountains glance,
And the buds expand 1s waiting its hour.
"It is hidden now, not a glimmer breaks,
Through the hard blue ice and the sparkling drift.
The world shrinks back from the downy flakes
Which out of the folds of the night-cloud sift.
"But as fair and real a world it is
As any that rolls in the upper blue;
If you wait, you will hear its melodies,
And see the sparkle of fount and dew.
"And often now when the skies are wild,
And hoarse and sullen the night winds blow,
And lanes and hollows with drifts are piled,
I think of the violet under the snow.
"I look in the wild-flower's tremulous eye,
I hear the chirp of the ground bird brown;
A breath from the budding grove steals by,
And the swallows are dipping above the town.
"So there, from the outer sense concealed,
It lies, shut in by a veil of snow;
But there, to the inward eye revealed,
Are boughs that blossom, and flowers that glow.
(Adapted from Consolations by L. Cowman)