Citation - New York Journal-New York: 1770.03.08

NYJ-N.770.025
8 Mar 1770:41 (1418)
ON THE SNOW-DROP.  By a young lady.
The snow-drop lifts its lovely head,
Early above its mouldy bed,
Array'd in purest white;
Sweet flow'r! in thee His hand I trace
Who fill th' immensity of space,
And dwells in awful light.
That Pow'r which spread yon' blue expanse,
And bids the orbs in airy dance,
. . . [22 more lines]