Across the river the water’s still
The winter soul has flown;
The skies are crystal, the air is thin,
A calm descends below.

A cry is heard within the clouds
The winter soul ascends.
On earth below, a child is born,
The frozen ‘scape amends.

Jack Thomas stirs with Nature’s gifts
The winter soul subscribes;
The chilling cold and hoary frost
Have stirred what love provides!