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"The winter wind is loud and wild, / Come close to me, my darling child; / Forsake thy books, and mateless play; / And, while the night is gathering gray, / We'll talk its pensive hours away; --
"Ierne, round our sheltered hall / November's gusts unheeded call; / Not one faint breath can enter here / Enough to wave my daughter's hair, / And I am glad to watch the blaze / Glance from her eyes, with mimic rays; / To feel her cheek, so softly pressed, / In happy quiet on my breast,