Has wrought a silence.
That shouted in the mist a month ago,
Like ghost of sleigh-bells in a ghost of snow.
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For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent;
Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content.
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The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark,
Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs,
Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.
