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care they that the winter-wind Is driving over the heath, With a sky of murky clouds above, And the drifted snow beneath?

The day and its labour alike are done, And the fire is burning bright; And that old dame hath tale and song Wherewith to while the night.

They are happy beside that lowly hearth; For by her love to that child, That aged woman, 'mid care and grief, To existence is reconciled.

His father lived as a sailor lives, To and fro on the stormy wave; But the wind arose one fearful night, And the sea was the tall ship's grave.