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APRIL.
Now comes a shower-cloud o'er the sky,
Then all again sunshine;
Then clouds again, but brightened with
The rainbow's coloured line.
Ay, this, this is the month for me!
I could not love a scene
Where the blue sky was always blue,
The green earth always green.
It is like love; oh, love should be
An ever-changing thing,—
The love that I could worship must
Be ever on the wing.
The chain my mistress flings round me
Must be both brief and bright;
