"Rain and rain! and rain and rain!"
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!