Betterton-Purcell
Now winter comes slowly, pale, meager and old
First trembling with age and then quivring with cold
Benum'd with hard frosts and with snow covered o'er
Benum'd with hard frosts and with snow covered o'er
Prays the sun to restore him, prays the sun to restore him and sings as before.
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