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World, if her soul is sad to-day Sain it with blue and green and grey.

Sain it with blue: if she would cry Show her the stainless vault of sky, The rich blue drapery of the seas A bending robe across God's knees.

Sain it with green: if tears o'erwhelm Rock her soul in the windy elm, Stanch it with the cool green leaves, Show her our English grass if she grieves.

Sain it with grey: a cure for pain Is to weave her a cobweb-scarf of rain, And a soft grey cloak of shadows dim— Then let her smile, and think of him.

World, if her soul is sad to-day Sain it with blue and green and grey.