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 POEMS PUBLISHED IN 1846

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FAITH AND DESPONDENCY

' winter wind is loud and wild,

Come close to me, my darling child;

Forsake thy books, and mateless play;

And, while the night is gathering grey,

We'll talk its pensive hours away;—

'Iernë, round our sheltered hall

November's gusts unheeded call;

Not one faint breath can enter here

Enough to wave my daughter's hair,

And I am glad to watch the blaze

Glance from her eyes, with mimic rays,

To feel her cheek, so softly pressed,

In happy quiet on my breast.

'But, yet, even this tranquillity

Brings bitter, restless thoughts to me;

And, in the red fire's cheerful glow,

I think of deep glens, blocked with snow;