Pray! who said winter's bloom
flowered bright too short a day,
how thy faint sun burns bright to groom,
love's grace in short hours grey,
Alas for thee, no May freshly green,
nor star showered coloured rainbow known,
nor sweet airs on soft summer serene,
where blushing scents of youth's roses blown,
Yet from thy untarnished winters sun,
shall e'er a glorious moment reign,
through heaven's snowy candlelight, run
the warmth of love's joy, to sustain
the heart and leaves the world not cold,
whilst we with tear, thru' life our love unfold.