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Ah! bleak and barren was the moor, / Ah! loud and piercing was the storm, / The cottage roof was shelter'd sure, / The cottage hearth was bright and warm -- / An orphan-boy the lattice pass'd, / And, as he mark'd its cheerful glow, / Felt doubly keen the midnight blast, / And doubly cold the fallen snow.
They marked him as he onward press'd, / With fainting heart and weary limb; / Kind voices bade him turn and rest, / And gentle faces welcomed him.
The dawn is up -- the guest is gone, / The cottage hearth is blazing still: / Heaven pity all poor wanderers lone!
Hark to the wind upon the hill!