[Pg 1]

 The Northern Light

Who drapes that mystic veil across that everbrooding sky?

Who hues it with a soul of pearl? Who draws it to and fro?

Who breathes upon it with the breath that makes it glow and die,

Lighting that crystal river, those mountains cowl'd with snow?

[Pg 2]

[Pg 2]

 In Winter

Beneath the snow the mosses sleep

Amid the forest's silence;

Above, the stately birches keep

Unbroken vigils.

The spruce trees dream of summer hours

And birds that carrolled sweetly,

Of gentle winds and smiling flowers

That died too quickly.

[Pg 3]

[Pg 3]

 Lyric

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