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THE STORMY NIGHT.
Patter, patter, patter,
Stirring, rushing, clatter!
What can there be doing out of doors?
Storming, storming, storming!
Clouds have long been forming;
They have met, and how the tempest roars!
Stirring, rushing, clatter!
What can there be doing out of doors?
Storming, storming, storming!
Clouds have long been forming;
They have met, and how the tempest roars!
Bluster, bluster, bluster!
All is in a muster,
Waging war with quietude and sleep.
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
Will the chimney tumble
When the blast shall take another sweep?
All is in a muster,
Waging war with quietude and sleep.
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
Will the chimney tumble
When the blast shall take another sweep?
Roaring, roaring, roaring!
While the torrent's pouring,
Ocean's voice is mingled with the strife.
Rattle, rattle, rattle!
Elemental battle,—
O the scene,—how much like human life!
While the torrent's pouring,
Ocean's voice is mingled with the strife.
Rattle, rattle, rattle!
Elemental battle,—
O the scene,—how much like human life!
Raging, wild, uncheery,
Long the storm, and dreary;
Yet I still must keep awake to hear.
Weary, aching, dozing,
Fain my eyes were closing:
Will they e'er behold a morning clear?
Long the storm, and dreary;
Yet I still must keep awake to hear.
Weary, aching, dozing,
Fain my eyes were closing:
Will they e'er behold a morning clear?
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Louder, louder, louder,
Comes the storm, and prouder,
Striking down man's earthly joy and stay.
Surer, stronger, dearer,
As the grave is nearer,
Comes the patient pilgrim's hope of day!
Comes the storm, and prouder,
Striking down man's earthly joy and stay.
Surer, stronger, dearer,
As the grave is nearer,
Comes the patient pilgrim's hope of day!
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