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A mincing dandy next comes on; but, horrid to relate,
He rears no kind umbrella high, to shield his frizzled pate.
Most sad it is to see him shrink and envy all who pass,
But still more sad to see him raise in vain for aid his glass.
He rears no kind umbrella high, to shield his frizzled pate.
Most sad it is to see him shrink and envy all who pass,
But still more sad to see him raise in vain for aid his glass.
I joy to see the bright ones run, that maiden haste her pace:
It gives my wicked spirit sport to view that dandy's face.
O! happy fate! this rainy day my week-day dress I wear,
And as I wend my careless way, for storms I little care.
It gives my wicked spirit sport to view that dandy's face.
O! happy fate! this rainy day my week-day dress I wear,
And as I wend my careless way, for storms I little care.
So on I go, nor fear the rain, though thick it falls and fast,
And when my walk is o'er,I reach a cheerful home at last.
And as before a well-filled grate I sit in warm array,
I must relate, for very sport, the horrors of this day.
And when my walk is o'er,I reach a cheerful home at last.
And as before a well-filled grate I sit in warm array,
I must relate, for very sport, the horrors of this day.
Our life is but one April day; now sunlight and now showers:
Alternate smiles and tears are shed upon our swift-winged hours.
Let us in gratitude receive the beams that gild our skies,
And though their splendor be withdrawn, let silent praise arise.
Alternate smiles and tears are shed upon our swift-winged hours.
Let us in gratitude receive the beams that gild our skies,
And though their splendor be withdrawn, let silent praise arise.
