 | The snow-drop |  |
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TO A LITTLE GIRL, DISAPPOINTED IN A WALK.
Child! you grieve because
Clouds are in the air,
Rule the weather in your heart,
Make it summer there!
Clouds are in the air,
Rule the weather in your heart,
Make it summer there!
Tears of vain regret
Dim your downcast eyes,
Let the sunlight of the soul,
Laughing, through them rise!
Dim your downcast eyes,
Let the sunlight of the soul,
Laughing, through them rise!
Clouds of sullen grief
O'er your spirit go,
Let the smiles of Faith and Hope
Through the darkness glow!
O'er your spirit go,
Let the smiles of Faith and Hope
Through the darkness glow!
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Then the bow of Heaven,
Beaming, bending there,
All your sorrowing soul shall span,
With its beauty rare!
Beaming, bending there,
All your sorrowing soul shall span,
With its beauty rare!
| The snow-drop | |