Christmas-Days are still in store:-
Will they change-steal faded hither?
Or come fresh as heretofore,
Summering all our winter weather?
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I.-BY THE CRADLE.
Close her eyes: she must not peep!
Let her little puds go slack;
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O Mother Earth, I have a fear
Which I would tell to thee-
Softly and gently in thine ear
When the moon and we are three.
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The croak of a raven hoar!
A dog's howl, kennel-tied!
Loud shuts the carriage-door:
The two are away on their ghastly ride
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I.
Hark, in the steeple the dull bell swinging
Over the furrows ill ploughed by Death!
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Now far from my old northern land,
I live where gentle winters pass;
Where green seas lave a wealthy strand,
And unsown is the grass
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Thou foldest me in sickness;
Thou callest through the cloud;
I batter with the thickness
Of the swathing, blinding shroud:
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I.
I see thy house, but I am blown about,
A wind-mocked kite, between the earth and sky,
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I have long enough been working down in my cellar,
Working spade and pick, boring-chisel and drill;
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I.
Who follows Jesus shall not walk
In darksome road with danger rife;
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