But I believe that God is overhead; And as life is to the living, so death is to the dead. - Mary Mapes Dodge

Whenever a snow-flake leaves the sky,
It turns and turns to say "Good-bye!
Good-by, dear cloud, so cool and gray!"
Then lightly travels on its way.

For ever and ever, my darling, yes—
Goodness and love are undying;
Only the troubles and cares of earth
Are winged from the first for flying.
Our way we plough
In the furrow "now;"
But after the tilling and growing the sheaf;
Soil for the root, but the sun for the leaf—
And God keepeth watch forever.

But when a snow-flake, brave and meek,
Lights on a rosy maiden's cheek,
It starts—"How warm and soft the day!"
"'Tis summer!" and it melts away.