Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 429
hey fall through the winter night,Dancing down by the moons pale light. They fall — fall — fallThrough the winter night,Till the gray old world is hid from sight. They fall — fall — fallBy the moons pale light,Till the earth is robed in a robe of white. They fall—fall— fall Over all. Then Winter… … T was a strangepower that hehad. It wasnot Neilsons music,although that was the bestI ever heard from a harmonica.And it was not his military gait. It was surelyhis real love for the beasts — they were hisbrothers. Every Sunday morning, when the weatherwas fair, you might see these kin of Neilson…
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