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THE NIGHT COMES COLD.
The night comes cold and colder down,
The woodlark trembling feels the dew;
All nature seems to freeze and frown,
Whilst by-gone sorrows spring anew:
The clouds in sullen grandeur part
And keenly course the stormy air;
But, oh! the winter of the heart
It is the keenest yet to bear!
The woodlark trembling feels the dew;
All nature seems to freeze and frown,
Whilst by-gone sorrows spring anew:
The clouds in sullen grandeur part
And keenly course the stormy air;
But, oh! the winter of the heart
It is the keenest yet to bear!
No matter what the season be,
If all within be warm and bright;
'Tis not the bitter cloud we see,
But clouds within that deepen night:
The griefs that from the darkness start,
To mourn the loss no tears repair:
Alas! the evening of the heart—
It is the darkest yet to bear.
If all within be warm and bright;
'Tis not the bitter cloud we see,
But clouds within that deepen night:
The griefs that from the darkness start,
To mourn the loss no tears repair:
Alas! the evening of the heart—
It is the darkest yet to bear.
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