POEMS.
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Right willing captives were we held
Within that cheerful home,
Like ladies fair and knights of old,
Beneath some fairy dome.
Within that cheerful home,
Like ladies fair and knights of old,
Beneath some fairy dome.
No foot could venture near us
In that our charmèd bow'r;
And many were the mirthful plans
To while away each hour;
And though a month had fleeted by,
And snow-bound still were we,
We could not wish to break the chain
Of our captivity.
In that our charmèd bow'r;
And many were the mirthful plans
To while away each hour;
And though a month had fleeted by,
And snow-bound still were we,
We could not wish to break the chain
Of our captivity.
But when at length the Snow King
Did slowly loose his spell,
The friends so long that sojourned there
Full sadly sighed, "Farewell."
And yearningly we took our way,
On other scenes to gaze;
Yet ever stole our mem'ry back
To those bright winter days.
Did slowly loose his spell,
The friends so long that sojourned there
Full sadly sighed, "Farewell."
And yearningly we took our way,
On other scenes to gaze;
Yet ever stole our mem'ry back
To those bright winter days.
That happy Christmas party,
How scattered now are all
The friendly group whose cheerful smiles
Lit up the pleasant hall!
How scattered now are all
The friendly group whose cheerful smiles
Lit up the pleasant hall!
