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While great events were on the gale,
And each hour brought a varying tale,
And the demeanour, changed and cold,

November's sky is chill and drear,
November's leaf is red and sear:
Late, gazing down the steepy
That hems our little garden in,

Heap on more wood
the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We'll keep our Christmas merry still