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Home in Winter

Just she and I, where day’s dull things expire
In night’s oblivion, from care aloof----
A low-lit land of love, a glowing fire,
While Winter rains sound soft upon the roof.

Just she and I-a baby boy asleep,
And dear dim hours to love, and plan-and pray-
In peace, hard-won, where tides of commerce sweep.
Thank God that night will close the longest day.

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