By: Ardis E. Parshall - October 29, 2013 Blow Gently, Ye Wild Winds By Charles W. Penrose Blow gently, ye wild winds with frost in your breath,That smite the glad stream with the chill hand of death,When shrieking and fierce o’er the mountains ye come,Blow gently, I pray, on my loved ones at home! Thou ice-crowned King Winter, with storms at thy side,Thou white-breasted Snow drift, the storm monarch’s bride,While binding the sunshine...
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