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She drew within, the shutter closed,And wished her child would wake;
And yet so sound the boy reposed,
It seemed a sin to break
His slumbers—“Ah! he has no fear—
His guardian angel must be near,—
And like a child I, too, will trust;”
As she spoke a furious gust
Tore open the shutter, and trampled the room,
Howling around like a voice of doom,
And left its breath of chill and gloom!
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