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TO AN OLD DANISH SONG-BOOK.
Welcome, my old friend,
Welcome to a foreign fireside,
While the sullen gales of autumn
Shake the windows.
Welcome to a foreign fireside,
While the sullen gales of autumn
Shake the windows.
The ungrateful world
Has, it seems, dealt harshly with thee,
Since, beneath the skies of Denmark,
First I met thee.
Has, it seems, dealt harshly with thee,
Since, beneath the skies of Denmark,
First I met thee.