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Seba Smith (1792 – 1868)


American humorist and writer.
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Seba Smith
The cold winds sweeping the mountain-height,
And pathless was the dreary wild,
And ’mid the cheerless hours of night
A mother wandered with her child:
As through the drifting snows she press’d,
The babe was sleeping on her breast.
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