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Winter
The perils of the ocean safely o'er,Their hearts with glad emotions free expand;
Ah, little think they of the trials sore,
That wait them inexperienced on the land;
Swift fly the warm and pleasant Autumn days,
And Winter comes before they are aware;
The falling leaf its near approach betrays,
And morn and eve the keen and frosty air;
The rudest dwellings they can scarcely rear,
Before the blasts of Winter howl around;
With their cold breath glassing the waters clear,
And burying deep with snow the frozen ground,
Making the unknown wilderness more wild,
That late with such a pleasant welcome smiled.
Poem No. 539; c. 1878–80
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