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THE TWO WINDS.
Oh! how chill the weather is,
Oh! how dreary and how dry,
When across the plains of land
East winds coming, cloud the sky:
So coldly comes the darkening air
From word-wastes of theology.
Oh! how dreary and how dry,
When across the plains of land
East winds coming, cloud the sky:
So coldly comes the darkening air
From word-wastes of theology.
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But Wisdom is the western wind
That traverses Life's ancient Sea,
Its breath is very soft and mild,
Very warm and showery:
Now blooms the heart, for now we feel
Christ's own Christianity.
That traverses Life's ancient Sea,
Its breath is very soft and mild,
Very warm and showery:
Now blooms the heart, for now we feel
Christ's own Christianity.
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