~The valley slumbers, now, in peace,~For in her heart she knows,~The icy wind's the lullaby,~That brings the winter snows.~~The evergreens with frosted crowns,~Bow low to storms that pass,~That brush their boughs in crystal ice.~And turn the lake to glass.~
~ The great brown bear is fast asleep,~I hear the snowbirds trill,~The proud gray wolf wails out his song,~ Across the frozen hill.~
~December's moon an orb of ice~That sends her twinkling light,~Down to the earth,beneath the stars,~To turn it dazzling white.~
~And all my stumbling soul can do,~Is breathlessly look on,~And wonder at it's loveliness,~Before the night is gone.~
~The work of a majestic hand,~Is everywhere I gaze,~And everything that hand has made,~Looks back at Him witpraise!~
~Author~©Kate Watkins Furman~
Sent By Kate, herself, for me to use.
