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I love the storm when great gales blow 

 And scudding mist in wrack lies low; 

 I love the storm when the waters roll 

 In breakers white across the shoal. 



I love the storm when the oak trees tall 

 Bow to the winds, and brown leaves fall; 

 I love the storm when ripening grain 

 In wide waves ripples o'er the plain. 



I love the storm when the thunders call 

 The gods to rise from their banquet hall; 

 I love the storm when lightnings play 

 And sullen cloud banks dim the day. 



I love the calm, when the winds grow still 

 And sunshine brightens vale and hill; 

 I love the calm, and altogether 

 Whatever comes, I love the weather! 





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