Chapter 32 No.32

Oh! Southern cheeks are quick to feel

The magic finger of the frost;

And Mildred heard but one long peal

From the fierce Arctic, which embossed

Her window-panes, and set the seal

Of cold on all her eye beheld,

When through her veins there swept new fire,

And, in her answering bosom, swelled

New purposes and new desire,

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