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HAD hoped that the morning sun would rise To scatter the night of weeping, And I rose to watch the dawning skies While the world lay round me sleeping.

But alas for my hope; from his cloudy bed He rose with a sullen glare, And over the waiting earth he shed A cold light everywhere.

In pitiless gusts came the driving rain From the leaden-coloured skies; Thro' the blinding mist on the window pane I saw the sad sun rise.

And I said to my heart as I turned away, "Tho' tears have endured for a night, Yet be still, my heart, there comes to-day No joy with the morning light!"