Ballads for little folk . RAIN AND SUNSHINE. I was out in the country To feel the sweet spring,I was out in the country To hear the birds sing ;To bask in the sunshine, Breathe air pure and sweet,And walk where the blossoms Grew under my feet So at morning I woke While my chamber was dark,And was up — or I should have been Up with the lark,Only no lark was rising ; And never a throatOf bird since the morning Had uttered a note. It was raining, and sadlyI gazed on the skies, Saying, Nothing is left usTo gladden our eyes ; Rain and Sunshine. 125 And no pleasanter sound Than this drip on the pane
Ballads for little folk . RAIN AND SUNSHINE. I was out in the country To feel the sweet spring,I was out in the country To hear the birds sing ;To bask in the sunshine, Breathe air pure and sweet,And walk where the blossoms Grew under my feet So at morning I woke While my chamber was dark,And was up — or I should have been Up with the lark,Only no lark was rising ; And never a throatOf bird since the morning Had uttered a note. It was raining, and sadlyI gazed on the skies, Saying, Nothing is left usTo gladden our eyes ; Rain and Sunshine. 125 And no pleasanter sound Than this drip on the pane !When I caught a soft patter That was not the rain. First I heard the light falling Of feet on the stair,Then the voice of a child Ringing clear through the air,And with eyes wide awake, And curls tumbled about,Came Freddy, the darling, With laugh and with shout. No longer we heeded The rain or the gloom ;His smile, like the sunshine, Illumined the room ;We missed not the birds While his glad voice was nigh:His lips we
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