I think that I shall never see Anything more beautiful than a snow-clad tree A tree with all its branches white It even seems to glow at night It catches us with some surprise And seems to smile at its disguise But in a while the snow will go And the tree once more bare branches show And so is life with its ups and downs With its many smiles and its many frowns So enjoy the good things like the snow How long they'll last, you'll never know Brother Edward B. Wakeham St. John's, NL