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IN FAIR AND FOUL WEATHER
Ah the Beautiful Weather!—within it is done
Whatever shall open a door for the sun:
The deeds of the heroes whose heraldry lies
In the hearts whose warm prayers write them—up in the skies.
What good gifts are given, what kind words are spoken
When the blue, through the cloud, of Fair Weather gives token! ...
Whatever shall open a door for the sun:
The deeds of the heroes whose heraldry lies
In the hearts whose warm prayers write them—up in the skies.
What good gifts are given, what kind words are spoken
When the blue, through the cloud, of Fair Weather gives token! ...
Lo, a black host arises, a gloom closes round,
Like the Pit's darkness visible breathed above ground;—
Fierce homicides, were-wolves, babe-smotherers, (hark,
What sighs, shrieks and groans eddy by in the dark!)
With all doers of deeds without name, all together,
Pell-mell, worthy hell, troop the fiends of Foul Weather!
Like the Pit's darkness visible breathed above ground;—
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What sighs, shrieks and groans eddy by in the dark!)
With all doers of deeds without name, all together,
Pell-mell, worthy hell, troop the fiends of Foul Weather!
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