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The Consolation

 Though bleak these woods and damp the ground
With fallen leaves so thickly strewn,
And cold the wind that wanders round
With wild and melancholy moan, 
There is a friendly roof I know
Might shield me from the wintry blast;
There is a fire whose ruddy glow
Will cheer me for my wanderings past.
And so, though still where'er I roam Cold stranger glances meet my eye, Though when my spirit sinks in woe Unheeded swells the unbidden sigh, Though solitude endured too long Bids youthful joys too soon decay, Makes mirth a stranger to my tongue And overclouds my noon of day, When kindly thoughts that would have way Flow back discouraged to my breast I know there is, though far away A home where heart and soul may rest.
Warm hands are there that clasped in mine The warmer heart will not belie, While mirth and truth and friendship shine In smiling lip and earnest eye.
The ice that gathers round my heart May there be thawed; and sweetly then The joys of youth that now depart Will come to cheer my soul again.
Though far I roam, this thought shall be My hope, my comfort everywhere; While such a home remains to me My heart shall never know despair.

Poem by Anne Bronte
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