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Thorndike St., Beverly, Mass.When winter winds are piercing chill,
And through the hawthorn blows the gale,
With solemn feet I tread the hill,
That overbrows the lonely vale.
O er the bare upland, and away
Through, the long reach of desert woods,
The embracing sunbeams chastely play,
And gladden these deep solitudes.

Great Woods Road, Lynn Woods, Lynn, Mass.
Where, twisted round the barren oak,
The summer vine in beauty clung,
And summer winds the stillness broke,
The crystal icicle is hung.
"Where, from their frozen urns, mute springs
Pour out the rivers gradual tide,
Shrilly the skaters iron rings,
And voices fill the woodland side.
Alas ! how changed from the fair scene,
When birds sang out their mellow lay,
And winds were soft, and woods were green,
And the song ceased not with the day!

"Looking down Lowell Street from corner of Highland Street, Reading Mass."
But still wild music is abroad,
Pale, desert woods ! within your crowd ;
And gathering winds, in hoarse accord,
Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud.
Chill airs and wintry winds ! my ear Has grown familiar with your song ;
I hear it in the opening year,
I listen, and it cheers me long. -- Woods in Winter, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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