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Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground / With fallen leaves so thickly strown, / And cold the wind that wanders round / With wild and melancholy moan;
There IS a friendly roof, I know, / Might shield me from the wintry blast; / There is a fire, whose ruddy glow / Will cheer me for my wanderings past.