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Come away, from your blazing hearths!

Come away, in the gleaming night,

Where the radiant sky is peering down

With a million eyes of light!

Heigho! for the glancing ice,

For the realm of the old Frost King!

We'll shake the chain of the bounding stream

Till all its fetters ring!

Then away! my boys, away!

Far over the ice we'll sweep,

And wake the slumbering echo's voice

From the gloom of its winter sleep!

Come away, from your cheerless books!

Come away, in the clear, cold air!

And read in the deeps of the starry night

God's endless volume there.

Ho! now we're flashing along,

At the snow-flake's drifting rate!

Did ever anything stir the pulse

Like a glimmering moonlight skate?

Then away! my boys, away!

Far over the ice we'll sweep,

And wake the slumbering echo's voice

From the gloom of its winter sleep!

Come away, from the ball-room's glare!

Come away, to a merrier dance—

To a hall, whose floor is the flashing ice,

Whose light is the stars' pure glance!

Now we're watching the moon in her dreams,

Now we dash at our speed again;

While the stream groans under the icy links

Which the frost has forged for his chain!

Then away! my boys, away!

Far over the ice we'll sweep,

And wake the slumbering echo's voice

From the gloom of its winter sleep!

Come away, each lady fair!

Come, add to the magical sight!

And mingle the silvery tones of your words

With the echoing "voices of night"!

Heigho! for the frozen plain!

Here's a glancing mirror, I ween,

Reflecting all the beautiful forms

That move in our fairy-like scene.

Away! my lady, away!

Far over the ice we'll sweep,

And wake the slumbering echo's voice

From the gloom of its winter sleep!

Come away, from your sorrow and grief,

All you that are gloomy and sad!

Unwrinkle your brows to the whistling wind,

Till your hearts grow merry and glad!

Ho! Hark! how the laughter in peals,

Is shaking the tides of the air,

And shouting aloud to drown with its joy

The muttering murmurs of care!

Then away! my boys, away!

Far over the ice we'll sweep,

And wake the slumbering echo's voice

From the gloom of its winter sleep!

Come, one and all, then, away!

Come, cheerily join in our song,

And mingle with music the ring of the steel,

Keep in time, as we're sweeping along!

Heigho! for the throne of the Frost!

We'll frighten the phantoms of night,

And serenade, far under the depths,

The river's listening sprite!

Then away! my boys, away!

Far over the ice we'll sweep,

And wake the slumbering echo's voice

From the gloom of its winter sleep!