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The Storm |
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Title: The Storm Author: Adelaide Anne Procter [More Titles by Procter] The tempest rages wild and high, Through the black night and driving rain, The thunders roar, the lightnings glare, The stormy voices of the main, Warm curtained was the little bed, Cowering among his pillows white The morning shone all clear and gay, [The end] GO TO TOP OF SCREEN |