Rain.
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Better the angry tempest, Than this sad sullen rain,This chafing of the spirit Under its weight of pain.
O faithless heart! look upward On the calm night, and prayGod may forgive thy repinings, And bring back thy summer's day.
Moan on sad winds! I hear ye not— Rain! drop, drop down the pane;But O that the clouds may not return After this dreary rain!
