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Rain.
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Better the angry tempest,
Than this sad sullen rain,
This chafing of the spirit
Under its weight of pain.

O faithless heart! look upward
On the calm night, and pray
God may forgive thy repinings,
And bring back thy summer's day.

Moan on sad winds! I hear ye not—
Rain! drop, drop down the pane;
But O that the clouds may not return
After this dreary rain!