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The morning broke with a cloudless sun,
And all was merry to our glad sight:
The mountains of drifted snow had gone
Enough to release us from our plight.
There came two rescuing engines near:
The storm was over—the track was clear!
And all was merry to our glad sight:
The mountains of drifted snow had gone
Enough to release us from our plight.
There came two rescuing engines near:
The storm was over—the track was clear!
| Drifted in | |