STILL and gentle all around, 

Little snow-flakes, soft and light, 

One by one spread o'er the ground, 

Making it a fleecy white.

As we watch these little flakes, 

Falling down so small and light,

Who would think so few it takes, 

Thus to form this robe of white?

Just like these are duties done, 

Still and gentle every hour,

Smallest deeds, we early learn, 

Give to life its greatest power.