FAR up on sternest Alpine crests, Where winds of tempest blow, They say that, all unfearing, rests A flower upon the snow,— A tiny flower, pale and sweet, That blooms o'er breath of ice; And glad are they, on any day, Who find the Edelweiss. Ah! far on heights of sorrows cold, Where tears are dropping slow, Some hearts have found, and, finding, told How fair a flower may grow. With petals pale, but perfume rare, It garlands days of ice; And blessed are they who, weeping, pray, And find Faith's Edelweiss. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GHOSTS OF THE OLD YEAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CITY VIGNETTE: RAIN AT NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE UPON JULIA'S CLOTHES by ROBERT HERRICK THE LADY AND THE SWINE by MOTHER GOOSE HIC JACET by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON |