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 When stormy Midnight howling round Beats on our roof with clatt'ring sound, To me your arms you'll stretch: Great God! you'll say—To us so kind, O shelter from this loud bleak wind The houseless, friendless wretch!

The tears that tremble down your cheek, Shall bathe my kisses chaste and meek In Pity's dew divine; And from your heart the sighs that steal Shall make your rising bosom feel The answ'ring swell of mine!

How oft, my Love! with shapings sweet I paint the moment, we shall meet! With eager speed I dart