Snow covered mountains lay within my vision.
Covered white and gleaming,
God's supreme decision.
Never have I seen or heard-
A place, a person, or a word,
That didn't hold some beauty,
Even drunkards, old and snooty!
For you see my friend,
Virtue lays in God's descend.
Every where, every one,
Powers bold as the sun,
Simply there to find them.
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