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1. / At last we reached the pointed firs / And rested for a little while; / The light of home was in her smile / And my cold hand grew warm as her's.
Behind, across the level snow, / We saw the half-moon touch the hill / Where we had felt the sunset; still / Our feet had many miles to go.