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Gale, S. S. W.

At midnight a fierce storm from the South Pole assails us;
Wooden house quivers, chimneys roar, windows rattle,
Hailstones clatter on glass panes and iron roof,
Deep in our warm beds we lie awake shuddering.

Little Omi-Kin-Kan, how are you faring out there in the dark?
Do not lose heart. Hold on till daylight.
Then will I come with watering-can and a piece of canvas,
To unbind the icicles, and shield you from the impetuous sun.