 | The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay |  |
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THE WINTRY WINDS.
I
The wintry winds rush howling past,And whistle through the moorland;
The tall oaks answer to the storm,
Like billows on the foreland;
The windows shake, the chimney groans,
So draw your chairs together;
Pile up the coal, and fill the bowl,
And we'll defy the weather.
There's storm without, but love within,
And friendship's pure embraces:
We'll make amends for winter cold,
By sunshine of our faces.
II
Pile up the fire! we'll dance and sing;But yet amid our gladness,
We'll not forget the fate of those
Who pine in want and sadness:
The shivering wanderers in the streets
Who tramp the homeless city,
And sailors shipwreck'd far at sea,
With none to aid or pity.
May Heaven protect them, one and all!
And sweeten our embraces,
Both by the rain-drops of our hearts,
And sunshine of our faces!
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