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POEMS BY CLARA A. MERRILL
EVERY CLOUD HATH SILVER LINING
(In response to "Pennies In The Box" by R. F. D. carrier No. 1, Buckfield.)
It is said that there are sunbeams Shining in the distant blue; Tho' the dark and angry storm-clouds May obscure them from our view, Thus, mayhaps, the seeming hardships Of the rural carrier's lot Are but shadows, merely flitting Lest the sunbeams get too hot.
Though at times, the mailman's fingers Are half frozen, and he talks Language of his own invention,— Cursing "pennies in the box."—Though obliged to doff his mittens In the zero wind, intent On opening an icy mail-box— Struggling with a wayward "cent."
He should ne'er let angry passions Vex his spirit—cloud his brow,—For, beyond the sombre cloudlet There are sunbeams shining now!
