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vealed design:

Nor can we be deceived, unless we

see

[gree. The Scripture and the Fathers disaIf after all they stand suspected still, (For no man's faith depends upon his will:)

'Tis

some relief, that points not clearly known,

Without much hazard may be let

And

alone:

after hearing what our Church

can say,

Which exposition flows from genuine If still our reason runs another way,

sense;

And which is forced by wit and elo- |

quence.

That private reason 'tis more just to [disturb.

curb, Than by disputes the public peace

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No pains she suffered, nor expired with noise;

Her soul was whispered out with God's still voice;

As an old friend is beckoned to a feast,

And treated like a long-familiar guest.

He took her as he found, but found her so,

As one in hourly readiness to go: E'en on that day, in all her trim prepared;

As early notice she from heaven had heard;

And some descending courier from above

[move; Had given her timely warning to reOr counselled her to dress the nuptial

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'Tis a fearful night in the winter time,

As cold as it ever can be;

The roar of the blast is heard like the chime

Of the waves of an angry sea.

And the warning roar of a fearful blow

Is heard on the distant hill; And the Norther, see! on the mountain peak

In his breath how the old trees writhe and shriek!

The moon is full, but her silver light He shouts on the plain, ho ho ho ho! The storm dashes out with its wings

to-night;

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He drives from his nostrils the blinding snow,

And growls with a savage will. Such a night as this to be found abroad,

In the drifts and the freezing air. a shivering dog, in the field, by

All day had the snow come down-Lies

all day

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the road,

With the snow in his shaggy hair. He shuts his eyes to the wind and growls;

He lifts his head, and moans and howls; [sleet, Then crouching low, from the cutting His nose is pressed on his quivering feet

Pray what does the dog do there?

A farmer came from the village plain,
But he lost the travelled way;
And for hours he trod with might
and main

A path for his horse and sleigh;

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He has given the last faint jerk of In the wide snow-desert, far and

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For awhile he strives with a wistful | And the mare half seen through the

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crusted sleet,

Where she lay when she floundered down.

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