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Let the old snow be covered with the new:
The trampled snow, so soiled, and stained, and sodden.
Let it be hidden wholly from our view
   By pure white flakes, all trackless and untrodden.
When Winter dies, low at the sweet Spring’s feet,
Let him be mantled in a clean, white sheet.
Let the old life be covered by the new:
   The old past life so full of sad mistakes,
Let it be wholly hidden from the view
   By deeds as white and silent as snow-flakes.
Ere this earth life melts in the eternal Spring
Let the white mantle of repentance fling
Soft drapery about it, fold on fold,
Even as the new snow covers up the old.