To J. T.

I sat and watched the stars one night,
I watched the moon in silent flight,
And thought longingly of when through the sky,
The sun's rays would wash o'er me as I lie,
And warm the cold and barren ground,
Peek through the waters of the sound,
But now the sun is at it's rest,
And we will have to do our best,
To not give up, though long's the dark,
Think of the sound of spring's first lark,
Of purple mountains with covers of snow,
Red ridges high, green valleys low,
Of waters running swift with might,
That sparkle in the gentle light,
Of deer that run so silently,
From slightest sound they turn to flee,
Remember these and then you'll see,
Dark Night has no hold over thee.