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TO BID HER LIVE (Continued) When comes the winter snow, Then close the shutters tight To hide the falling leaves and stricken tree, The silent birds that go, Through cold and cheerless light, And winter's shroud on all life's liberty.

Bear her the holly bough, And on the glowing hearth Let twisted flame and rebel fires roar. Bid laughing children now Dance round her in their mirth, And call her fainting spirit home once more— Oh, call her, call her, call her home once more! [38]