StNicholas [serial] . pleasant days!Laughed little Kate. All gray and lowering was the sky, The rain persistent poured,And on the roofs like thunder beat, And in the gutters once the sunshine glimmered through. Nor did the storm abate;Oh, what a lovely rainy day! Said little Kate. The wind came howling from the north, With neither stop nor stay;It blew the sleet into our eyes, And caught our breath struggled down the blustering street, And through the swinging gate:Oh, what a splendid windy day! Cried little Kate. And when the month was done, her book She brought me with del
StNicholas [serial] . pleasant days!Laughed little Kate. All gray and lowering was the sky, The rain persistent poured,And on the roofs like thunder beat, And in the gutters once the sunshine glimmered through. Nor did the storm abate;Oh, what a lovely rainy day! Said little Kate. The wind came howling from the north, With neither stop nor stay;It blew the sleet into our eyes, And caught our breath struggled down the blustering street, And through the swinging gate:Oh, what a splendid windy day! Cried little Kate. And when the month was done, her book She brought me with delight;On every single page there shoneA yellow circle bright!Those were for pleasant days! I cried, And kissed her curly , they zvere pleasant, every one!Said little Kate. Now, Sweetheart, will I take henceforth Your Calendar for mine!For whether skies be dark or bright, Your sun will always wind may blow, the rain may fall,— She laughs at any fate,And all the days are pleasant days For little Kate!. • .. 228
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