_This little Volume_, _selected from the MS. Note-books_, _Sermons and Private Letters_, _as well as from the published Works of my Husband_, _is dedicated to our children_, _and to all who feel the blessing of his influence on their daily life and thought_. Welcome, wild North-easter! Shame it is to see Odes to every zephyr: Ne'er a verse to thee. . . . . . Tired we are of summer, Tired of gaudy glare, Showers soft and steaming, Hot and breathless air. Tired of listless dreaming Through the lazy day: Jovial wind of winter Turn us out to play! Sweep the golden reed-beds; Crisp the lazy dyke; Hunger into madness Every plunging pike. Fill the lake with wild-fowl; Fill the marsh with snipe; Wh…
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