The freezing rain came down with glee
And coated thick each twig and limb —
Yes, every inch of every tree
That stood along our pathway dim.
On closer look there we could see
Droplets that formed on every tip.
And then, the sun came out ah, me!
Words of amazement touched our lips!
The sunbeams in the prisms gleamed
And danced and bounced with fancy show;
And there before our eyes it seemed
A billion little lights did glow!
The artisans at Waterford
Could not make such as these —
These delicate and glimmering
And lovely crystal trees.