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II.
The clash hard by, and the murmur all round!
You know, if you know aught, that we,
Both night and day, but ill agree:
For days, and months, and almost years,
Have limp'd on thro' this vale of tears,
Since body of mine, and rainy weather,
Have liv'd on easy terms together.
Yet if, as soon as it is light,
O Rain! you will but take your flight,
Though you should come again to-morrow,
And bring with you both pain and sorrow;
Tho' stomach should sicken, and knees should swell—
I'll nothing speak of you but well.
But only now for this one day,
Do go, dear Rain! do go away!
III.
You're a good creature in your way.
Nay, I could write a book myself,
Would fit a parson's lower shelf,
Shewing, how very good you are—
What then? sometimes it must be fair!
