Today in Northern Utah...

The wintry day, descending to its close,

Invites all wearied nature to repose,

And shades of night are falling dense and fast,

Like sable curtains closing o'er the past.

Pale through the gloom the newly fallen snow

Wraps in a shroud the silent earth below

As tho 'twere mercy's hand had spread the pall,

A symbol of forgiveness unto all.

Orson F. Whitney