A Song in April

Sun !—and the rush of the rain
Swift through the lilac lane;
The joy o' the world and the grief o' the world
Beat at my window-pane.

Love!—and the ancient tears;
Hope!—and a hundred fears.
The light o' the world and the dark o' the world,
They follow us down the years.
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