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94 SONGS FROM THE ST. LAWRENCK.
FAREWELL TO WINTER.
Thou art passing from us n6w, With the ice drops on thy brow,
Fare thee well! We sorrow not to say that word, • So oft in scenes of sadness heard, When the spirit's chords are stirr'd
By some passing knell.
We sorrow not with thee to part, Sad and dismal as thou art,
Cold and stern; With thy dark, forbidding brow, And thy breath of sleet and snow, Chilling in their genial glow „
The thoughts that burn. *
Adieu! stern winter; and when death, With his cold and icy breath,
Shall close around, May we fall as plants, which lie, While the snow-wing'd storms pass by, Waiting for a vernal sky
T' unlock the ground.