Passed against the windowpane,
My baby watches his first snow
With eyes and mouth in wonder wide
At sight of this strange countryside,
All white beneath the sparkling tide
Of freshly falling snow.
Ah, Son, the storms of life with pain
May scar your face and heart, I know;
But may they never from your eyes
Remove the light that in them lies,
As now, in wondering surprise,
You watch the falling snow.
~ Harry E. Ezell
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