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THE SADDEST BREEZE.
I
The saddest breeze in all the land,It blew across the sea;
It drove a brave ship from the strand,
And bore my Hugh from me;
And long I sat beside the rill
To weep my fate alone,
Till leaf and flower from wood and hill
With summer beams were flown.
II
The gladdest breeze e'er swept the valesTo-day blew from the sea;
It swelled a good ship's snowy sails,
And brought him back to me;
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With wintry sleet and rain,
Yet e'en I love the cold, cold blast
That brought my Hugh again!
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