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He comes he comes the Frost Spirit comes!
You may trace his footsteps now
On the naked woods and the blasted fields
And the brown hill's withered brow.
He has smitten the leaves of the gray old trees
Where their pleasant green came forth
And the winds which follow wherever he goes
Have shaken them down to earth.

He comes he comes the Frost Spirit comes!
From the frozen Labrador
From the icy bridge of the northern seas
Which the white bear wanders o'er
Where the fisherman's sail is stiff with ice
And the luckless forms below
In the sunless cold of the lingering night
Into marble statues grow!

He comes he comes the Frost Spirit comes!
On the rushing Northern blast
And the dark Norwegian pines have bowed
As his fearful breath went past.
With an unscorched wing he has hurried on
Where the fires of Hecla glow
On the darkly beautiful sky above
And the ancient ice below.

He comes he comes the Frost Spirit comes!
And the quiet lake shall feel
The torpid touch of his glazing breath
And ring to the skater's heel
And the streams which danced on the broken rocks
Or sang to the leaning grass
Shall bow again to their winter chain
And in mournful silence pass.

He comes he comes the Frost Spirit comes!
Let us meet him as we may
And turn with the light of the parlor fire
His evil power away
And gather closer the circle 'round
When the firelight dances high
And laugh at the shriek of the baffled Fiend
As his sounding wing goes by!.

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