Yesterday we muttered Grimly as the grim refrain That the thunders uttered: All the heavens under cloud -- All the sunshine sleeping; All the grasses limply bowed With their weight of weeping.
Sigh and sigh! and sigh and sigh!
Never end of sighing; Rain and rain for our reply -- Hopes half-drowned and dying; Peering through the window-pane, Naught but endless raining -- Endless sighing, and, as vain, Endlessly complaining.
Shine and shine! and shine and shine!
Ah! to-day the splendor! -- All this glory yours and mine -- God! but God is tender!
We to sigh instead of sing, _Yesterday_, in sorrow, While the Lord was fashioning This for our To-morrow!
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