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Nor wakest thou solemn thoughts alone, 
Thy spell the social virtues own : 
Who has not felt how sweet the tone, 
The smile how bland, 
When thou dost knit again in one 
The household band ? 
Now stir the fire, and let its glow 
Shame the inhospitable snow; 
With all that nature yet can show 
From winter’s wreck, 
Laurel, and box, and holly bough, 
The casement deck. 
’T is joy to hear the sullen north 
Summon the rushing tempest forth, 
For then around the social hearth 
Friend meeteth friend, 
And kindly words and looks of mirth 
Sweet influence lend. 
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