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GRANITE HILLS IN WINTER.

These hills, so magnificent, lofty, and great! The boast of New Hampshire—the Old Granite State! I have seen them, dear children, and much I admire These beautiful hills in their wintry attire.

The Ice King has laid his cold hand on the rills, They cannot now playfully leap down the hills; Snowy mountain and valley alike are made hoary; Jack Frost reigns triumphant, alone in his glory.