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Even as our cloudy fancies take Suddenly shape in some divine expression, Even as the troubled heart doth make In the white countenance confession, The troubled sky reveals The grief it feels. EVEN AS OUR CLOUDY FANCIES TAKE SUDDENLY SHAPE IN SOME DIVINE EXPRESSION EVEN AS THE TROUBLED HEART DOTH MAKE IN THE WHITE COUNTENANCE CONFESSION THE TROUBLED SKY REVEALS THE GRIEF IT FEELS
monster's hide. "Strike your flag!" the rebel cries, In his arrogant old plantation strain. "Never!" our gallant Morris replies; "It is better to sink than to yield!" And the whole air pealed With the cheers of our men. Then, like a kraken huge and black, She crushed our ribs in her iron grasp! Down went the Cumberland all a wrack, With a sudden shudder of death, And the cannon's breath For her dying gasp. Next morn, as the sun rose over the bay, Still floated our flag at the mainmast head. Lord, how beautiful was Thy day! Every waft of the air Was a whisper of prayer, Or a dirge for the dead. Ho! brave hearts that went down in the seas Ye are at peace in the troubled stream; Ho! brave land! with hearts like these, Thy flag, that is rent in twain, Shall be one again, And without a seam! SNOW-FLAKES Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow.  SNOWFLAKES BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW READ FOR LIVERY BOXED OUT ORG BY ROSE TWO SIX FOUR OUT OF THE BOSOM OF THE AIR OUT OF THE CLOUD FOLDS OF HER GARMENTS SHAKEN OVER THE WOODLANDS BROWN AND BARE OVER THE HARVEST FIELDS FORSAKEN SILENT AND SOFT AND SLOW DESCENDS THE SNOW
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