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Chill airs, and wintry winds ! my ear
Has grown familiar with your song ; I hear it in the opening year, —
I listen, and it cheers me long.
OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS OF BETHLEHEM,
AT THE CONSECRATION OF PULASKI'S BANNER,
When the dying flame of day
And the nun's sweet hymn was heard the while, Sung low in the dim, mysterious aisle.
Take thy banner! May it wave
Take thy banner! and, beneath
Take thy banner! But when night
Take thy banner ! --and if e'er
And the warrior took that banner proud,
SUNRISE ON THE HILLS.
I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch