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MID-WINTER.
O Sweetly falls the pure white snow
Over the chill and silent earth,
And warms the patient seed below,
Waiting for Spring's voluptuous birth.
Over the chill and silent earth,
And warms the patient seed below,
Waiting for Spring's voluptuous birth.
Thus fall the gentle deeds of men,
And nourish in those Hearts content,
That wait for sunshine sweet again,
And touches of that element.
And nourish in those Hearts content,
That wait for sunshine sweet again,
And touches of that element.
Thou art not cold to me, if gray
And dimly shown the Heaven's smile,
I am the child of Northern day,
And love the Snow-drift's glittering pile.
And dimly shown the Heaven's smile,
I am the child of Northern day,
And love the Snow-drift's glittering pile.
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'Tis Freedom's writing, clear and white,
Which Southern skies must long deplore,
It sparkles in the depth of night,
Conceals the Stars and paints them o'er.
Which Southern skies must long deplore,
It sparkles in the depth of night,
Conceals the Stars and paints them o'er.
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