I.
Wind of the North, I know your song
Out on the frozen plain,
But here in the city's streets you seem
Only a cry of pain.
II.
I know the note of your lusty throat
Where the black boughs toss and roar,
But here it is part of the old, old cry
Of the hungry, homeless poor.
III.
I know the song that you sing to God,
Joyous and high and wild,
But here where His creatures herd and die,
'Tis the sob of a little child.
The North Wind
Charles Hamilton Musgrove
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Poem topics: child, city, god, pain, poor, wind, wild, plain, frozen, black, high, hungry, throat, song, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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