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Pile high the hickory and the light / Log of chestnut struck by the blight.
Welcome-in the winter night.
The day has gone in hewing and felling, / Sawing and drawing wood to the dwelling / For the night of talk and story-telling.
These are the hours that give the edge / To the blunted axe and the bent wedge, / Straighten the saw and lighten the sledge.
Here are question and reply, / And the fire reflected in the thinking eye.
So peace, and let the bob-cat cry.