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"The cold winds swept the mountain-height, And pathless was the dreary wild, And 'mid the cheerless hours of night A mother wandered with her child: As through the drifting snows she press'd, The babe was sleeping on her breast."
Seba Smith / The Snow Storm.
The Snow Storm.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 9th ed. (Little, Brown, 1905), public domain