The Wintry Day, Descending to Its Close

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  1. 1. The wintry day, descending to its close,
    Invites all wearied nature to repose,
    And shades of night are falling dense and fast,
    Like sable curtains closing o'er the past.
    Pale through the gloom the newly fallen snow
    Wraps in a shroud the silent earth below
    As tho 'twere mercy's hand had spread the pall,
    A symbol of forgiveness unto all.
  2. 2. I cannot go to rest, but linger still
    In meditation at my windowsill,
    While, like the twinkling stars in heaven's dome,
    Come one by one sweet memories of home.
    And wouldst thou ask me where my fancy roves
    To reproduce the happy scenes it loves,
    Where hope and memory together dwell
    And paint the pictured beauties that I tell?
  3. 3. Away beyond the prairies of the West,
    Where exiled Saints in solitude were blest,
    Where industry the seal of wealth has set
    Amid the peaceful vales of Deseret,
    Unheeding still the fiercest blasts that blow,
    With tops encrusted by eternal snow,
    The tow'ring peaks that shield the tender sod
    Stand, types of freedom reared by nature's God.
  4. 4. The wilderness, that naught before would yield,
    Is now become a fertile, fruitful field.
    Where roamed at will the fearless Indian band,
    The templed cities of the Saints now stand.
    And sweet religion in its purity
    Invites all men to its security.
    There is my home, the spot I love so well,
    Whose worth and beauty pen nor tongue can tell.
  5. Text: Orson F. Whitney, 1855-1931
    Music: Edward P. Kimball, 1882-1937