In softening soul, subduing brain,
If suffering, I submit to pain—
That minister of God!
A WINTER’S NIGHT IN THE WILDERNESS.
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BY THOMAS BUCHANAN READ.
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’Twas night; and hoary Winter walked abroad,
Howling like hungry wolves amid the wild;
In softening soul, subduing brain,
If suffering, I submit to pain—
That minister of God!
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BY THOMAS BUCHANAN READ.
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’Twas night; and hoary Winter walked abroad,
Howling like hungry wolves amid the wild;