...to serenade the in.mates of each silent roof. ' How touching, when, at midnight, sweep Snow-muffled winds, and all is dark, To hear, — and sink again to sleep !' Often have I been awakened from my gentle slumber, dreaming of Fairy-land and Fairy forms ; of scenes...

...the door That guards the lowliest of the poor. How touching, When, at midnight, sweep Snow-muffled winds, and all is dark, To hear — and sink again...earlier call, to mark, By blazing fire, the still suspence Of self-complacent innocence ; The mutual nod — the grave disguise Of hiwts with gladness...

...guards ttic towlteiit of the poor. How touching, when, at midnight, sweep Snow-muffled winds, and nil is dark, To hear — and sink again to sleep ! Or, at an earlier call, to mark, By blazing iiiv, the still suspencr Of ?elf-romplftreht innocence; The nrattial'nbd— the gniv* d'ngulse Of hearts...

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...the door That guards the lowliest of the poor. How touching, when, at midnight, sweep Snow-muflled winds, and all is dark, To hear— and sink again to sleep ! Or, at an earlier call, lo mark, By blazing fire, the still suspense Of self-complacent innocence ; The mutual nod, — tbe...

...forth the unelaborate sounds, Or they are offered at the door That guards the lowliest of the poor. The mutual nod, — the grave disguise Of hearts with...that rise For names once heard, and heard no more ; Tears brightened by the serenade For infant in the cradle laid ! Ah ! not for emerald fields alone,...

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...at the door That guards the dwelling of the poor. How touching, when at midnight sweep Snow-muffled winds, and all is dark, To hear — and sink again...that rise For names once heard, and heard no more : Tears brightened by the serenade, For infant in the cradle laid ! Ah ! not for emerald fields alone,...

...at the door That guards the dwelling of the poor. Hovr touching when at midnight sweep Snow-muffled winds, and all is dark, To hear— and sink again...disguise Of hearts with gladness brimming o'er; And some unhidden tears that rise For names once heard, and heard no more : Tears brightened by the serenade,...

...at the door That guards the dwelling of the poor. How touching when at midnight sweep Snow-muffled winds, and all is dark, To hear — and sink again...sleep! Or, at an earlier call, to mark, By blazing lire, the still suspense Of self-complacent innocence. The mutual nod, — the grave disguise Of hearts...