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Now a smile, and now a frown; Brightening now, and now cast down; Now 'tis cheerful, now it lowers; Yet sunshine in the midst of showers.

Now the sky is calm and clear; Now the frowning clouds appear: Evanescent soon they fly; Calm and clear again the sky.

Such the face which April wears, Now in smiles, and now in tears; Like the life we lead below, Full of joy, and full of woe.

Lovely prospects now arise; Vanish now before our eyes: Yet, amid the clouds of grief, Still a sun-beam sheds relief. Like the face which April wears, Now in smiles, and now in tears.