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XXXIII. THE PIC-NIC.
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A lady a party of pleasure made,And she planned her scheme right well;
And early and late this party filled
The head of the demoiselle.
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It rained all day and it rained all night,It rained when morning broke,
It rained when the maiden went to sleep,
And it rained when she awoke.
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Peevish and fretful the maiden grewWhen the hour of noon was gone;
But the merry clouds knew nothing of that,
And the rain kept pouring on.
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The weather has got no business with us,And we have none with the weather,
And temper and weather are different things,
But they always go together.
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Oh! anger and beauty, my lady dear,Will never agree to share
That little white brow that lifts its arch
Through the parting of thy hair.
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The mists are strewn all over the hills,And the valleys are ringing with floods,
And the heavy drops on the flat broad leaves
Are making strange sounds in the woods.
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Angels are round thee and Heaven's above,And thy soul is alive within;
Shall a rainy day and a cloudy sky
Make a Christian heart to sin?
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O wait for the sunset's dusky goldOn the side of yon mountain glen,
And seek the lone seat where the foxgloves grow,
And smile at thy folly then.
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