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"What matter how the night behaved? What matter how the north-wind raved? Blow high, blow low, not all its snow Could quench our hearth-fires [of our friendship ruddy glow." |
| "Whittier's"
Tsoo-Snig [sic] |
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"What matter how the night behaved? What matter how the north-wind raved? Blow high, blow low, not all its snow Could quench our hearth-fires [of our friendship ruddy glow." |
| "Whittier's"
Tsoo-Snig [sic] |