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5
AN APRIL SHOWER
THE primrose head is bowed with tears,
The wood is rippling through with rain,
Though now the heaven once more appears,
And beams the bounteous sun again.
From every blade and blossom-cup
The earth sends thankful incense up.
The wood is rippling through with rain,
Though now the heaven once more appears,
And beams the bounteous sun again.
From every blade and blossom-cup
The earth sends thankful incense up.
O happy hearts of flower and field,
That soon as grief be overpast
Your fragrant thankfulness can yield
For troubled skies and rainful blast!
I would that I as soon could see
The blessings of adversity!
That soon as grief be overpast
Your fragrant thankfulness can yield
For troubled skies and rainful blast!
I would that I as soon could see
The blessings of adversity!
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