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(After the Burning of Chicago.)
I heard a low sound, like a troubled soul praying: / And the winds of the winter night brought it to me. / 'Twas the doomed city's voice: "Oh, kind snow," it was saying, / "Come, cover my ruins, so ghastly to see, / I am robbed of my beauty, and shorn of my glory; / And the strength that I boasted -- where is it to-day? / I am down in the dust; and my pitiful story / Make tearless eyes weep, and unpious lips pray.