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TO LEELINAU.
Let the winds, with dreary sound,
Sweep along the frozen ground,
While the foliage, sear'd and dry,
Flits amid the nether sky;
This from my heart no sigh shall ever draw,
While rosy health attends my Leelinau.
Sweep along the frozen ground,
While the foliage, sear'd and dry,
Flits amid the nether sky;
This from my heart no sigh shall ever draw,
While rosy health attends my Leelinau.
She—who in my bark-built tent,
Smiling sits with sweet content
Sweeps with boughs my mossy seat,
And prepares my mountain-meat.
Blow, ye winds! 'tis nature's changeless law,
But spare, oh spare my smiling Leelinau.
Smiling sits with sweet content
Sweeps with boughs my mossy seat,
And prepares my mountain-meat.
Blow, ye winds! 'tis nature's changeless law,
But spare, oh spare my smiling Leelinau.
If my lodge, so rude and low,
Be envelop'd deep in snow,
If the deer, with hunger prest,
Fly to yonder distant west;
Ah, why should thought becloud, or envy gnaw.
While love is left me in my Leelinau?
Be envelop'd deep in snow,
If the deer, with hunger prest,
Fly to yonder distant west;
Ah, why should thought becloud, or envy gnaw.
While love is left me in my Leelinau?
Gloomy storms will cease to howl,
And fair skies succeed to foul;
Wants will cease, and snows will melt,
And reviving spring be felt;
But, ah! while here on earth our breath we draw,
What can restore to life my Leelinau?
And fair skies succeed to foul;
Wants will cease, and snows will melt,
And reviving spring be felt;
But, ah! while here on earth our breath we draw,
What can restore to life my Leelinau?
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