Hast thou entered into the treasury
of the snow?
Or hast thou seen the treasures
of the hail?
             -Book of Job

FALLING SNOW
See the pretty snowflakes
Falling from the sky;
On the walls and housetops
Soft and thick they lie.
On the window ledges,
On the branches bare;
Now how fast they gather,
Filling all the air.
Look into the garden
Where the grass was green;
Covered by the snowflakes,
Not a blade is seen.
Now the bare black bushes 
All look soft and white;
Every twig is laden--
What a pretty sight!
        -taken from
        The Atlantic Readers
        First Reader (1930)