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The Shower.
Which prevented the Author returning to School at the expiration of the Christmas Holydays.
I
I ne'er did hail thy orient red,Sol, when thou leav'st thy eastern bed,
And o'er the world thy glories spread,
and radiant power,
As when thou'st earth-drawn vapours shed
in heavy shower!
II
And oft I upward cast mine eyes,(Tho' not I ween o'er weather-wise)
And gladsome view the frowning skies;
while screaming crow
Proclaims the storm as high he flies,
to us below!
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III
Now glad I hear the wind blow bleak,View puss by fire her station take,
And grandmama loud moanings make
of shooting corn;
For rain these signs portentous speak,
and gloomy morn!
IV
Glad see I muddled streamlet stray,Whose course no sun-beam renders gay,
Reflecting nought but wat'ry ray,
and dimpled o'er;
While goslings on its surface play
before the door!
V
The clear, pellucid drops I view,As large they fall, tho' yet but few,
And sweet as Californian dew
to me appear;
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From rocky source for murm'ring Jew,
in desart drear!
VI
Now glad I throw straw bonnet by,For sure to school I cannot hie,
While flood Deucalion pours the sky,
t'arrest my feet;
And this excuse I'll plead so sly,
compulsion sweet.
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