Today is DakotaKahn's day!
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Though bleak the woods and damp the ground
With fallen leaves so thickly strewn,
And cold the wind that wanders round
With wild and melancholy moan,
A friendly roof in thee I hold
That shields me from the wintry blast;
Thy soothing fire whose bright 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 far I roam, this thought shall be
My hope, my comfort everywhere;
While thee remain a friend to me
My heart shall never know despair.