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STANZAS,WRITTEN DURING A STORM AT MIDDLETON.
Loud howls the blast! the beating rain
Descends in torrents on the ground;
Across the heath my eyes I strain,
But all is dark and drear around.
Descends in torrents on the ground;
Across the heath my eyes I strain,
But all is dark and drear around.
Alas! for me no friendly door
Now opens at my well known call,
I wander cheerless o'er the moor,
While from my eyes sad tear-drops fall.
Now opens at my well known call,
I wander cheerless o'er the moor,
While from my eyes sad tear-drops fall.
I once was bless'd with friends and home,
And happily each hour flew by,
But now bereft of all I roam,
And peace and joy far from me fly.
And happily each hour flew by,
But now bereft of all I roam,
And peace and joy far from me fly.
