Classic Poem

Whiter than snow, her Infant lay
In Mary's arms that happy day;
Fairer than all the flowers that blow,
Brighter than all the stars that glow,
Sky blossoms in the milky way,

Thus I present him, when I pray,
As in the arms of faith, and say
‘Father, there was one Life below
Whiter than snow.’

That whiteness pleads my cause, I know,
And wins for me the grace to show
Some reflex rays while here I stray—
Pledge I shall wear the pure array
In which the heavenly armies go
Whiter than snow.