WITH THE RAIN.
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A Dewdrop and a Violet Were wedded on an April day; The Dewdrop kisst his pretty pet, Then by the Sun was called away. The drooping flow'r bewailed her choice; "My love will never come again!" But from the clouds came answering voice: "I come, my darling, with the rain!"
The Violet had jealous fears, And told her sorrow to the Rose: "Say—is he faithful?" O those tears! The blossom whispered—"Goodness knows!" The recreant dewdrop came at last, And eased his love of all her pain: With kisses sweet her sorrows passed, And life anew came with the rain.