And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When winter days are cold and drear,
Listen to me, Friend so dear,
Listen well and you will hear
The winter's sweet sweet music.
Winter's cold sings spring's bright tale
A song of the sun and thawing dale
Which comes as promised—without fail
Now can't you hear that music?
Winter's hymn is of summer bright
When heat clings even into the night
And children run and fly a kite,
These tunes are in winter's music.
Winter's chorus sings autumn days
When fireflies flit and bonfires blaze
And crimson leaves a'falling raise
The melody of winter's music.
Winter's ballad is in the wind's cry
Lifting and falling as days pass by,
Afternoon shadows—the night's lullaby
Notes of the year's fairest music.
©Elece Hollis 2015
This book of poems by Helen Steiner Rice includes devotionals written by Elece Hollis.
Try this source for a copy of Elece's book.