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THE WINTER NIGHT.
The snow is over all the earth,
But here within, the fire burns bright,
And we are sitting round the hearth,
So snug this winter night.
But here within, the fire burns bright,
And we are sitting round the hearth,
So snug this winter night.
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The fire-light casts a ruddy glare,
Where granny in the corner sits,
And tells us from her elbow chair,
Old stories as she knits.
Where granny in the corner sits,
And tells us from her elbow chair,
Old stories as she knits.
And father mends the garden net,
Against the pleasant summer days,
While at his feet old Rover set,
Is basking in the blaze.
Against the pleasant summer days,
While at his feet old Rover set,
Is basking in the blaze.
At mother's side my stool I've put,
As hard her needle-work she plies,
Still rocking with her idle foot
The cot where baby lies.
As hard her needle-work she plies,
Still rocking with her idle foot
The cot where baby lies.
And brother with his fingers long,
Makes figures on the whitened wall,
And sister sings her sweetest song,
How happy are we all!
Makes figures on the whitened wall,
And sister sings her sweetest song,
How happy are we all!
Perhaps, while we are here at rest,
There's some one struggling through the snow
Upon whose scantly covered breast
The bitter wind doth blow.
There's some one struggling through the snow
Upon whose scantly covered breast
The bitter wind doth blow.
Perhaps, while in our glowing grate,
The cheerful blaze is rising higher,
There's some one sitting desolate,
Without a spark of fire.
The cheerful blaze is rising higher,
There's some one sitting desolate,
Without a spark of fire.
Ah, what are we, that God has blest
Our winter hours, and made them glad?
While other hearts are sore distressed,
While other homes are sad.
Our winter hours, and made them glad?
While other hearts are sore distressed,
While other homes are sad.
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We thank Him for this genial glow,
We praise Him for this pleasant light,
May He have mercy on their woe,
Who feel the cold to-night.
We praise Him for this pleasant light,
May He have mercy on their woe,
Who feel the cold to-night.
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