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THE WINTRY WINDS. 361
THE WINTRY WINDS.
Hark! the wintry winds are wailing
Loud, and dismally along; And their piercing tones of sadness
Find an echo in my song.
Wintry winds—how cold and cheerless !
How they strike upon the heart 1 With a thrill so deep and startling,
That the quick'ning pulses start.
When will spring-time's gentle breathings
Softly murmur in their stead, Telling us in tones of sweetness
That the wintry storms have fled ?
Late I dream'd that spring was with us—
Dim and hazy was the sky, And I heard the gentle zephyrs
All along my pathway sigh.
Flowers hung down their glowing petals,
And the dew-drops gently fell, Like the tears that- gush so freely
WTien we say that word, Farewell.
Birds were singing, but their music Sounded deeply, strangely sad ;
Like the tune they sing so sweetly, When we gather round the dead. |
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