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Sleigh Ride
Hurra, hurra, away they go
Far over the hills and fields of snow;
Away they go with mirth and glee,
like the prison'd bird that's just let free.
Far over the hills and fields of snow;
Away they go with mirth and glee,
like the prison'd bird that's just let free.
Away, away, away they fly
Swiftly beneath the bright spangled sky;
The mirthful laugh chimes in full well
With the merry gingle of many a bell.
Swiftly beneath the bright spangled sky;
The mirthful laugh chimes in full well
With the merry gingle of many a bell.
And many an eye is laughing there,
That would with those isles of light compare;
That glance from under the brow of night,
And kindle the heart with soft delight.
That would with those isles of light compare;
That glance from under the brow of night,
And kindle the heart with soft delight.
And there full many a cheek now glows,
That rivals the hues of the fairest rose;
Which spring in its warmest vale could show,
But these are blushing on hills of snow.
That rivals the hues of the fairest rose;
Which spring in its warmest vale could show,
But these are blushing on hills of snow.
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Oh! say not that winter is mirthless, then,
Though the snow lays deep on mountain & glen;
Yet with laughing eyes and hearts of glee
Away we'll fly like a bird let free.
Though the snow lays deep on mountain & glen;
Yet with laughing eyes and hearts of glee
Away we'll fly like a bird let free.
Poem No. 206; 5 January 1835
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