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WINTER 



So all night long the storm roared on ; 



The morning broke without a sun ; 



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And, when the second morning shone, 

 We looked upon a world unknown, 

 On nothing we could call our own. 

 Around the glistening wonder bent 

 The blue walls of the firmament, 

 No cloud above, no earth below — - 

 A universe of sky and snow. 



--Whittier. 



Vol. XLVI 



FEBRUARY, 1918 



No. 2 



