Blow, Blow, Wild Winds.
My fire is bright, my hearth is warm;
My hearth is warm, my fire is bright,
My heart is joyous, free, and light
For love itself keeps watch and ward
From every ill my life to guard;
Blow, blow, wild winds, I need not fear,
My life is safely sheltered here,
From every harm and danger near.
__Mrs. Elvira Robinson.
Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers' Association. 1894)