Rising In The Snow Poem by George Samuel

So early ailing
How long will your freshness be
Fresh smelling sweet shining
When shall we thy brightness see
Morning with dew light and snow
However do you fade away but now
With morning and with mourn
Only lonely little light beneath this skies
Holy wholly where does safety lies
Wonder yonder over fiery fire flies
Hover cover must a cradle step stumble
Chasten when counted and made humble
Lower higher the beating heart sings
The sinking cannon and tearful signs
Shower shower comes the flowers plea