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DREAMLAND IN WINTER.
Jump in, my Willie, and draw up tight
The cover of eider-down;
It's many a mile we'll go to-night
Away from the sleeping town.
All day our carriage waiting stands,
Immovable it seems;
But now, take the reins in your own little hands—
We're off to the land of dreams!
The cover of eider-down;
It's many a mile we'll go to-night
Away from the sleeping town.
All day our carriage waiting stands,
Immovable it seems;
But now, take the reins in your own little hands—
We're off to the land of dreams!
It's a frosty night, and the stars hang low,
Like lamps let down from heaven;
And hard as iron inlaid with snow
Is the road o'er which we're driven.
And further still, and further north,
With the flight of a wild-bird's wing,
Till the hills from their winter hoods look forth
To hear what news we bring.
Like lamps let down from heaven;
And hard as iron inlaid with snow
Is the road o'er which we're driven.
And further still, and further north,
With the flight of a wild-bird's wing,
Till the hills from their winter hoods look forth
To hear what news we bring.
On, past these solemn Pharisees,
The pines, in all their pride,
Scowling upon the leafless trees
That shiver by their side:
The birch, with penitential air,
In loveliness of woe;
The oak, that stood as stately there
Long centuries ago.
The pines, in all their pride,
Scowling upon the leafless trees
That shiver by their side:
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In loveliness of woe;
The oak, that stood as stately there
Long centuries ago.
On, on, and ever on we glide
Upon our glassy way;
The hopes that night and winter hide
To us are clear as day.
Till lo, from out the eastern sky
The light of dawning gleams!
Our steeds break loose, and frightened fly—
We drop from the land of dreams.
Upon our glassy way;
The hopes that night and winter hide
To us are clear as day.
Till lo, from out the eastern sky
The light of dawning gleams!
Our steeds break loose, and frightened fly—
We drop from the land of dreams.
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