Frost glitters likeas diamonds in the dense Keen silence of black night, where to exhale Is white clouds which just hang, suspended, frail Naught list'ning closely for a voice to fence The thought of yonder; but none answers hence 'Cept lo, the Scriptures. Lonely walk whose trail None but one set of headlights 'llumes to scale Ends wi' a plea to Thee, oh LORD: defense. "What is yer life but lo, a breath that'd stir For half a moment ere tis gone?" We knew How to lisp off that like the alph'bet, poor As nevir seeing, oh LORD, how it is true. What have we here? What do we do? "In Yer Light we see light--" Bring us with joy to You.