There is a rapture in plains of virgin-white
In the snow-clad mountain height,
And a solemnity so deep–austere
That one feels a God-like presence near.
There is a wonder in the deep, deep silence,
And the mighty wind’s defiance
Mingled with the Spirit of Unconquered Might
And the undefined mystery of the night.
The call of the North I cannot define,
It has a lure of the great–sublime.