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THE WINDS THAT FROM MONADNOCK BLOW. |
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THE WINDS THAT FROM MONADNOCK BLOW.
The winds that from Monadnock blow,
When April caps his head with snow,
Are not so cutting, not so chill,
As woman can be when she will.
Yet, after all, an April snow
Is but a transient thing, we know.
When April caps his head with snow,
Are not so cutting, not so chill,
As woman can be when she will.
Yet, after all, an April snow
Is but a transient thing, we know.
The blessed breeze that round us plays
In summer's horrid, torrid days,
Is not with kindliness so fraught
As woman can be when she ought.
So be she kind, or be she chill,
She's dear, delightful woman still.
In summer's horrid, torrid days,
Is not with kindliness so fraught
As woman can be when she ought.
So be she kind, or be she chill,
She's dear, delightful woman still.
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