And cover all with a shroud of snow.
But seasons have a rhythmic flow,
With good in each, and this I know,
Through storm and sleet, in cheerful flight,
The Junco comes.
This bonny bird has faith to show
To faithless mortals, fearing woe,
How the changeless One, with a changing light
Fore-plans for bird and man aright;
With autumn gone and winter here—lo,