John Pelham's short poem to Clara Bolton in my novel, "The Parting: A Story of West Point on the Eve of the Civil War."
Have you ever thought or cared to know
How grace so much is like the snow
That swirls and streams from far above
So white and light, and pure as love
Covering all that lies below
Or think you this – it isn’t so!
That grace so different is from snow
Which only hides and cannot clean
The sin of life and all that’s mean
That grace alone defeats the foe