Oh, what a night in Irondequoit! I wish I knew how to explain! The dazzling of jewels and rare diamonds That captured the orchard and lane. Oh what a riot of beauty And glitter in the bitter cold! The clear sky and moonbeams romancing, Their secrets of love untold! A picture for memory's art gallery Of beauty that heaven lends; A pretty bright scene to remember When gloom the heart attends. Men treasure these scenes of beauty Long after their glamor dies; And when in the stronghold of duty, They blaze before their eyes. |