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ODE TO THE NORTH-EAST WIND.
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What's the soft South-wester? 'Tis the ladies' breeze, Bringing home their trueloves Out of all the seas: But the black North-easter, Through the snow-storm hurled, Drives our English hearts of oak Seaward round the world. Come, as came our fathers, Heralded by thee, Conquering from the eastward, Lords by land and sea. Come; and strong within us Stir the Vikings' blood; Bracing brain and sinew; Blow, thou wind of God!
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