| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | Snow Sonnet | | By Jessie (Goodwin) Moore |
| | | O SPOTLESS guest of winter, from what deep | |
| Of purity dost thou thy mantle bring? | |
| Broad is thy mission, for thy snowy wing | |
| Above all nature folds; thy white hands sweep | |
| In equal benison o’er all; they heap | 5 |
| Both hill and hollow; o’er the woodland fling | |
| New foliage, delicate and light; till spring | |
| They cheer the garden where the roses sleep. | |
| Before thy coming earth seemed dark with flaws, | |
| But now thy generous kindness maketh rare | 10 |
| The beautiful, and over blackness draws | |
| Its own perfection, till all earth is fair. | |
| O teacher fair! so hast thou shown to me | |
| The beauty and the grace of charity. | | | | |
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