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SUNSHINE IN RAIN.
The rain darkles down over woodland and town,
The clouds are all hid in the gray of the rain;
The wind creeps out of the mist in the meadow,
And beats the wet rose at the pane.
The clouds are all hid in the gray of the rain;
The wind creeps out of the mist in the meadow,
And beats the wet rose at the pane.
On the honeysuckle porch in the shadow
The little child lightens the darken'd floor;
He claps at the storm with his happy hands,
He laughs at the thunder's roar!
The little child lightens the darken'd floor;
He claps at the storm with his happy hands,
He laughs at the thunder's roar!
Ah, why is he glad while the meadows are sad,
And our voices are lower'd in graver replies?
But so many rainbows spring up o'er the storm
From his heart to his merry eyes!
And our voices are lower'd in graver replies?
But so many rainbows spring up o'er the storm
From his heart to his merry eyes!
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