See how from yonder hills the cloudscollect And see how dark and dreary they dolook Promising hail and snow the birdsretire Into their nests and chirp and scream Prophesying the coming storm down
pours the snow Covering the hedges and thehouses tops
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Loud howls the wind andwhistling roots up many a tree The sheep bleat loudly and thecareful dog Collecting them in a flock conductsthem home Then when the storm is over
from the clouds Peeps forth the sun and shiningon the snow Gives it that dazzling whitenessto the eye In which its principle beautydoth consist And so in beginning anotherline I end