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BLUE SKY.
When dreary rains have veiled the day
For many darkling hours,
Till birds forget their singing May
And bees their honey-flowers:
How quickens all the earth anew
If, 'mong the clouds alone,
A single break of happy blue
By the dark heaven is shown!
For many darkling hours,
Till birds forget their singing May
And bees their honey-flowers:
How quickens all the earth anew
If, 'mong the clouds alone,
A single break of happy blue
By the dark heaven is shown!
“Blue sky! blue sky!” we cheerily cry;
Our pulses waken new;
Our hearts, uplifted, blithe and high,
Sing, lark-like, in the blue!
Blue sky! blue sky! An open door,
Though small, may hold the sun,
And through it watchful Hope once more
Sees her Bright Day begun!
Our pulses waken new;
Our hearts, uplifted, blithe and high,
Sing, lark-like, in the blue!
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Though small, may hold the sun,
And through it watchful Hope once more
Sees her Bright Day begun!
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