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When the snow is on the earth / Birds and waters cease their mirth; / When the sunlight is prevailing / Even the night-winds drop their wailing.
On the earth when deep snows lie / Still the sun is in the sky, / And when most we miss his fire / He is ever drawing nigher.
In the darkest winter day / Thou, God, art not far away; / When the nights grow colder, drearer, / Father, thou art coming nearer!
For thee coming I would watch / With my hand upon the latch -- / Of the door, I mean, that faces / Out upon the eternal spaces!