[Written for the Sentinel.]

"A NEW SONG."

The weary snow and slush lay on the road,The winter sun smiled wanly all in vain,It could not lift the bitter dragging loadThat lay upon my heart with numbing pain.

A sullen wind blew harshly through the trees,The starveling crows flapped cawing overhead;And everything upon the earth did freeze,While every hope within me drooped as dead.

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