Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the read more

Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.

Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure.

Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure.

Lo. sifted through the winds that blow,
Down comes the soft and silent snow,
White petals from read more

Lo. sifted through the winds that blow,
Down comes the soft and silent snow,
White petals from the flowers that grow
In the cold atmosphere.

Only the pure in heart can make a good soup.

Only the pure in heart can make a good soup.

Our Lady of the Snows.
[Lat., Notre Dames des Neiges.]

Our Lady of the Snows.
[Lat., Notre Dames des Neiges.]

The purity men love is like the mists which envelope the earth, and not like the azure ether beyond.

The purity men love is like the mists which envelope the earth, and not like the azure ether beyond.

As I saw fair Chloris walk alone,
The feather'd snow came softly down,
As Jove, descending from read more

As I saw fair Chloris walk alone,
The feather'd snow came softly down,
As Jove, descending from his tow'r
To court her in a silver show'r.
The wanton snow flew to her breast,
As little birds into their nest;
But o'ercome with whiteness there,
For grief dissolv'd into a tear.
Thence falling on her garment hem,
To deck her, froze into a gem.

The stream is always purer at its source.
[Fr., Les choses valent toujours mieux dans leur source.]

The stream is always purer at its source.
[Fr., Les choses valent toujours mieux dans leur source.]

Unto the pure all things are pure.

Unto the pure all things are pure.