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19
THE DREARY DAY.
The clouds creep low, the day is dark;
The wind howls sad and drear;
The rain desends with glittering spark;
No cheerful sunlight near.
The wind howls sad and drear;
The rain desends with glittering spark;
No cheerful sunlight near.
The orchard trees, their leaves all drenched,
Bends low their vernal crown;
The furtile soil her thirst have quenched,
But still the rain comes down.
Bends low their vernal crown;
The furtile soil her thirst have quenched,
But still the rain comes down.
Oh dreary day! filled to the brim,
The brooklet struggles on;
The mist, the fog, so dark, so dim;
Oh! where is sunlight gone?
The brooklet struggles on;
The mist, the fog, so dark, so dim;
Oh! where is sunlight gone?
That glittering orb, once lit the land,
With splendor, bright and clear;
Through stormy clouds his light grows wan;
Have nature lost her cheer?
With splendor, bright and clear;
Through stormy clouds his light grows wan;
Have nature lost her cheer?
20
Deep in my melancholy breast,
There comes a tranquil voice;
A gentle murmur pure and blest,
Which bids my soul rejoice.
There comes a tranquil voice;
A gentle murmur pure and blest,
Which bids my soul rejoice.
The fair muse caught the cheering phrase,
Which sounds like vesper chimes;
Her pen retraced a fiery blaze,
In feet of rhythmic rhymes.
Which sounds like vesper chimes;
Her pen retraced a fiery blaze,
In feet of rhythmic rhymes.
I read, and in my weary soul,
The sun shone in again;
No more life's gloom about me roll,
Though fall the dreary rain.
The sun shone in again;
No more life's gloom about me roll,
Though fall the dreary rain.
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