By: Ardis E. Parshall - April 03, 2018 A Violet in the Snow By John A. Widtsoe With a sighing surge of the northern blastThe snow was stirred into eddying clouds,And an ice-cold moon gleamed through, on the crowdsThat hurried and jostled upon the road.Chilled with the cold, and oppressed by my load,I faintingly whispered, “Can this be the earthAs it was at the first and will be at the last?Are men ever careless of all save their own?Do...
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