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Poems.
There, soberly musing over the past,
Unmindful of all around,
I listened anon, to the pitiless blast,
That against the panes beat hard and fast,
With such a wildering sound.
Unmindful of all around,
I listened anon, to the pitiless blast,
That against the panes beat hard and fast,
With such a wildering sound.
Two hours had sped by the family clock,
Since the storm continued to beat,
When my ears were assailed with a violent knock,
That threatened to burst the latch and the lock,
And made me start from my seat.
Since the storm continued to beat,
When my ears were assailed with a violent knock,
That threatened to burst the latch and the lock,
And made me start from my seat.
I ran to the door and opened it wide,
When a sorry sight met my view,
Of a wretched womau, while close by her side
Stood a little boy, whose rags could not hide,
His bare skin from peeping through.
When a sorry sight met my view,
Of a wretched womau, while close by her side
Stood a little boy, whose rags could not hide,
His bare skin from peeping through.
Kind friend, said the woman, while trembling with cold,
Please give us some victuals to eat,
And though I can pay neither silver nor gold,
Yet my heart, and that of the boy whom I hold,
Will bless you with gratitude sweet.
Please give us some victuals to eat,
And though I can pay neither silver nor gold,
Yet my heart, and that of the boy whom I hold,
Will bless you with gratitude sweet.
