The winter so dreary, Cloaked in silence and white, Hushes all of the world In the stillness of night.

With the trees heavy-laden, And the snowflakes a-fall, There’s a peace in the darkness That envelops it all.

Let me wander the pathways, In the blanket of soft, For the heart finds its solace In the chill that is oft.

• James Fenimore Cooper