And sweep over mountain and plain.

His Majesty fails not to visit

Every clime that's not too hot,

To look in upon both high and low,

From the palace down to the cot.

Jack Frost has a busy time then,

But he's helped and advised by the Queen,

That all may be right when the King goes forth,

And everything fit to be seen.

That the King may have pleasant travel,

And no stone hurt his royal toe,

Her Majesty spreads all over the earth,

A carpet of downy snow.

Fine mirrors the King delights in:

None are finer than Jack can make:

And in matchless sheets of crystal clear

He lays them on river and lake.

The trees, all naked and drear,

He robes in the purest white,

And with icicles shining with rainbow hues,

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