Then down came a cold April shower,
And dashing the floweret with spray,
It parted the folds of her bower,
And showed her the light of the day.
And dashing the floweret with spray,
It parted the folds of her bower,
And showed her the light of the day.
Oh, sweetly then smiled the fair sleeper,
And op'ning her eyes to the light,
Her beauties grew wider and deeper,
The smile on her face grew more bright.
And op'ning her eyes to the light,
Her beauties grew wider and deeper,
The smile on her face grew more bright.
Our sorrows are falling like snowflakes,
Our pleasures are melting like snow;
Kind nature ne'er thinks of our heart-aches;
A flower is sleeping below.
Our pleasures are melting like snow;
Kind nature ne'er thinks of our heart-aches;
A flower is sleeping below.
She melts us with showers of trouble,
(For life hath its seasons of rain);
Our tears are the fountains that bubble
In deserts of sorrow and pain.
(For life hath its seasons of rain);
Our tears are the fountains that bubble
In deserts of sorrow and pain.
She rouses the soul that is sleeping
With showers so chilling and cold;
New treasures she gives to its keeping;
The beautiful petals unfold.
With showers so chilling and cold;
New treasures she gives to its keeping;
The beautiful petals unfold.
THE CLIFF AND THE SEA
Like some imperial fortress dark and lone,
With frowning walls, the cliff o'erhung the sea;
And little waves caressed it tenderly,
Yet each advance was coldly backward thrown.
With frowning walls, the cliff o'erhung the sea;
And little waves caressed it tenderly,
Yet each advance was coldly backward thrown.
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