Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
By Margaret JunkinPreston478 The Vision of the Snow
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So they had always said
To the little questioner asking
Of his fair, young mother, dead.
Of the sorrowful, silent tomb,
Nor scared the sensitive spirit
By linking a thought of gloom
Who patiently from her breast,
Had laid him in baby-sweetness,
To pass to her early rest.
Missing the mother-kiss,
They answered—“A way in a country
That is lovelier far than this:—
Too pure for our mortal sight,
Where the darling ones who have left us
Are walking in robes of white.”
His tremulous lips apart,
Till the thought of the Beautiful Country
Haunted his yearning heart.
A miracle of surprise,
A marvellous, mystic vision
Dazzled his wondering eyes.
Is tempered with spring-tide glow,
The delicate Southern nursling
Never had seen the snow.
He turned with a flashing brow,
And cried—“We have got to heaven—
Show me my mother now!”