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[Thus oft it happens that the sky]

Thus oft it happens that the sky
Throws horrid glooms upon the eye;
Breeds clouds like malkins—old, black rags indeed!

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The lands below look dismal, drear!
When suddenly, see Sol appear!
He pushes boldly through the dark, his head!
At once the shadows to his glories yield,
And cheerful radiance flies from field to field.