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SAFE from the cold December storm, I sat by my whole so bright and warm, When the cry of my first I plainly heard. My last sprang up without a word; And panic-stricken, in sudden fright, We rushed out into the winter night.
Reading edition
SAFE from the cold December storm, I sat by my whole so bright and warm, When the cry of my first I plainly heard. My last sprang up without a word; And panic-stricken, in sudden fright, We rushed out into the winter night.