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WHISPERING WINDS.
Whispering winds strange musings carry
To our hearts as they sweep by:—
Thoughts that often thrilling tarry
Though the winds may wailing die.
To our hearts as they sweep by:—
Thoughts that often thrilling tarry
Though the winds may wailing die.
To the sailor, watchful pacing
On the deck of ship at sea,
Bring they dreams of danger facing,
Mid the tempest's mockery.
On the deck of ship at sea,
Bring they dreams of danger facing,
Mid the tempest's mockery.
To the exile, hoping, fearing,
Wandering on an alien strand,
Bring they memories endearing
Of his much-loved Father-land.
Wandering on an alien strand,
Bring they memories endearing
Of his much-loved Father-land.
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To the weary heavy-hearted
Often bring they thoughts of peace,
Of the peace where, pain departed,
Woe and weariness shall cease.
Often bring they thoughts of peace,
Of the peace where, pain departed,
Woe and weariness shall cease.
Sometimes bring they only sorrow
To the stricken in their train,
Imaging a dread to-morrow
Which will but augment their pain.
To the stricken in their train,
Imaging a dread to-morrow
Which will but augment their pain.
Bring they unto some new pleasure
And each trace of care destroy,
While to others yield a measure
Of distress that mars their joy.
And each trace of care destroy,
While to others yield a measure
Of distress that mars their joy.
Yet these forms of varied feeling
In this feature all agree,
That o'er every soul is stealing
Thought of an Eternity.
In this feature all agree,
That o'er every soul is stealing
Thought of an Eternity.
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