Oliver Wendell Holmes: Bleak are our shores with the blasts of December, Fettered and chill is the rivulet's flow; Throbbing and warm are the h

Bleak are our shores with the blasts of December, Fettered and chill is the rivu — Oliver Wendell Holmes

Bleak are our shores with the blasts of December, Fettered and chill is the rivulet's flow; Throbbing and warm are the hearts that remember Who was our friend when the world was our foe.

Oliver Wendell Holmes

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