Classic Poem

Come again! Come again!
Sunshine cometh after rain.
As a lamp fed newly burneth,
Pleasure, who doth fly, returneth,
Scattering every cloud of pain.
As the year, which dies in showers,
Riseth in a world of flowers,
Called by many a vernal strain,
Come Thou , — for whom tears were falling,
And a thousand hearts are calling!
Come again, O come again!
Be the sunshine after rain!