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Year that Trembled and Reel'd Beneath Me.
YEAR that trembled and reel'd beneath me!
Your summer wind was warm enough—yet the air I
breathed froze me;
A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken'd
me;
Must I change my triumphant songs? said I to my-
self;
Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the baf-
fled?
And sullen hymns of defeat?