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Poems (Van Rensselaer)/Four Winds

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4645622Poems — Four WindsMariana Griswold Van Rensselaer
FOUR WINDS
Jubilant sounded on my marriage-morn
   The west wind's feet;
The south wind, the soft night my babe was born,
   Sang low and sweet;
Above two open graves the east wind blew
   His wailing blast;
The north wind calls now I am passing too,
   At last, at last.

Blow strong, blow swift, and on thy pinions bear
My soul that 1t may find them both—somewhere!