<h2 id="c15">WINTER SONG.</h2>
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<p class="t0">Sing ho! for the hilltop bold and bare,</p>
<p class="t">Where the bracing breezes blow!</p>
<p class="t0">There’s a frosty edge on the wintry air,</p>
<p class="t0">Exhilaration keen and rare</p>
<p class="t">That sets the heart aglow.</p>
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<p class="t0">Over the crest the snow lies deep,</p>
<p class="t">Over the brow of the hill.</p>
<p class="t0">Down below the woodlands sleep,</p>
<p class="t0">Blanketed well on the sloping steep</p>
<p class="t">’Neath a snow sheet white and chill.</p>
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<p class="t0">Sing ho, sing ho, for the galloping gale</p>
<p class="t">That sweeps the summit clear,</p>
<p class="t0">And drives the mass of icy shale</p>
<p class="t0">Into the pines, whose eery wail</p>
<p class="t">Fills timid souls with fear!</p>
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<p class="t0">There’s that in the winter’s whistling wind</p>
<p class="t">That stirs dead hearts to life,</p>
<p class="t0">And energy and health you’ll find</p>
<p class="t0">In the breath of the breeze that’s rough yet kind,</p>
<p class="t">That’s keen as a surgeon’s knife.</p>
<p class="lr">—<span class="sc">Frank Farrington.</span></p>
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