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XII. CLOUDY DAYS.
O days of cloud! O days of rain!
With face against the window-pane
We watch the driving of the showers,
And count the long and dreary hours;
But wherefore murmur or complain?
With face against the window-pane
We watch the driving of the showers,
And count the long and dreary hours;
But wherefore murmur or complain?
We hope, nor do we hope in vain,
The sun will soon shine forth again,
And waken into life the flowers,
O days of cloud!
The sun will soon shine forth again,
And waken into life the flowers,
O days of cloud!
Then if no shadows shall remain,
Nor shrouding mists hide hill and plain,
And birds sing in the leafy bowers,
And sapphire skies once more be ours,
Peace lieth at the heart of pain,
O days of cloud!
Nor shrouding mists hide hill and plain,
And birds sing in the leafy bowers,
And sapphire skies once more be ours,
Peace lieth at the heart of pain,
O days of cloud!
Poems Old and New by Charles D. Bell | ||