Snow falls on sere field and chill stream,
Icy waters congeal at winter’s blast;
White haze shrouds nature in a dream
Of platinum blanket bound to last!
Snow fallen, woodlands rest in bright array;
No human presence intrudes the scene:
Deer trails o’er vale and hill lead the way
To lonely lake marl’d with beauty’s sheen.
In twilight cold, all Creation stands
Majestic, still, with frost-laden hands
Adoring its Maker who mountains made.
And heaven and earth’s foundations laid.
My heart echoes the silent song
Of glory to God for ages long!