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The storm is raging hard, without; But let us not complain, For fiercely tho' it rages now, A calm will come again. THE STORM IS RAGING HARD WITHOUT BUT LET US NOT COMPLAIN FOR FIERCELY THOUGH IT RAGES NOW A CALM WILL COME AGAIN
 and creed, Rul'd by one gracious queen? And we have all receiv'd our meed Of praise and pelf, I ween. Why vex her now, who's rul'd so long Upon her virtuous throne? Why sing her such a doleful song, And send her such a groan? And why annoy that whiten'd head, Our land's adopted son, Who wisely drew love's slender thread, And wedded us in one. And firmer yet he wish'd to bind Us to our country's weal, And see, plann'd by his master mind, One band of glitt'ring steel, One shining track, which stretches far, From wild Columbia's shore, To where those doleful voices are, And the Atlantic's roar. Oh brethren, friends down by the sea, With us your voices raise, Instead of groans, oh, shout with glee, With us, one shout of praise. And trust him, brethren, trust us, too, Seek not from us to go; Our country's good is weal for you, And common, all our woe. * * * * * A SNOW STORM. I hear the wintry wind again, I see the blinding snow, Pil'd high, by eddying winds, in heaps, No matter where I go.  A SNOWSTORM BY T F YOUNG READ FOR LIVERBOX DOT ORG BY SWEET HOME I HEAR THE WINTRY WIND AGAIN I SEE THE BLINDING SNOW PILED HIGH BY EDDYING WINDS IN HEAPS NO MATTER WHERE I GO
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