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 A RAINY DAY IN APRIL

the clouds shake their hyssops, and the rain

Like holy water falls upon the plain,

'Tis sweet to gaze upon the springing grain

And see your harvest born.

And sweet the little breeze of melody,

The blackbird puffs upon the budding tree,

While the wild poppy lights upon the lea

And blazes 'mid the corn.

The skylark soars the freshening shower to hail,

And the meek daisy holds aloft her pail, 41