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WHAT THE CHIMNEY SANG. Over the chimney the night wind sang, And chanted a melody no one knew, And the women stopped and her babe she tasted, And thought of the one she had long since lost, And said, as her teardrops back she forced, “I hate the wind in the chimney.” Over the chimney the night wind sang And chanted 2 melody no one knew, © Band the children said, as they closer drew, Tis some witch that is cleaving the black night through, 'Tis a fairy trumpoet that just then blew, And we fear the wind in the chimaney.” Over the chimney the night wind sang, And chanted a melody no one knew; And the man, ‘as he set on his bearth below, ‘Said to himesif, “It will surely glow, Any fuel is clear and wage: low, And I'll stop the leak in the chimmey.” Over the chimney the right wind sang, And chanted a melody no one knew. But the poet listened and smiled, for he ‘Was man and woman and child, all three. And said: “It is God's own harmony. This wind we hear in the chimney.” —Bret Harte.
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Wethersfield Weekly Farmer
Wethersfield, Connecticut, US
Thu, Mar 28, 1889
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