Would you behold beauty wondrous and bright? Go forth when the morning appears Draped in a gorgeous sunshiny robe Of finest of summery sheers. Would you be dazzled by splendor sublime? Then go before day is too old, Out where the gentians are garbed in their best And leaves have donned purple and gold. Would you see gems iridescent and rare? Arise on a clear frosty morn; Go where the sleet king has finished his task Of decking the brier and the thorn. |