The snow gleamed white across the fields,
On valleys, hills and mountain crest;
The moonlight sheen was on the slopes,
I watched the land I love at rest.
Soft shadows wrapped the canyon depths,
A stillness hovered over all;
The stars, the blue of wintry skies
Shone high above the mountain wall.
My heart thrilled to this loveliness,
In purity all nature slept
And One, Creator of all,
Seemed near, my little world He kept.