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STROLLER'S SONG.
The clouds all round the sky are black,
As it never would shine again;
But I'll sling my wallet over my back,
And trudge in spite of the rain!
As it never would shine again;
But I'll sling my wallet over my back,
And trudge in spite of the rain!
And if there rise no star to guide
My feet when day is gone,
I'll shift my wallet the other side,
And trudge right on and on.
My feet when day is gone,
I'll shift my wallet the other side,
And trudge right on and on.
For this of a truth I always note,
And shape my course thereby,
That Nature has never an overcoat
To keep her furrows dry.
And shape my course thereby,
That Nature has never an overcoat
To keep her furrows dry.
And how should the hills be clothed with grain,
The vales with flowers be crowned,
But for the chain of the silver rain
That draws them out of the ground!
The vales with flowers be crowned,
But for the chain of the silver rain
That draws them out of the ground!
So I will trudge with heart elate,
And feet with courage shod,
For that which men call chance and fate
Is the handiwork of God.
And feet with courage shod,
For that which men call chance and fate
Is the handiwork of God.
There 's time for the night as well as the morn,
For the dark as the shining sky;
The grain of the corn and the flower unborn
Have rights as well as I.
For the dark as the shining sky;
The grain of the corn and the flower unborn
Have rights as well as I.
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