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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rainy Morning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The dawn of the day was dreary,<br>And the lowering clouds o'erhead<br>Wept in a silent sorrow<br>Where the sweet sunshine lay dead;<br>And a wind came out of the eastward<br>Like an endless sigh of pain,<br>And the leaves fell down in the pathway<br>And writhed in the falling rain.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I had tried in a brave endeavor<br>To chord my harp with the sun,<br>But the strings would slacken ever,<br>And the task was a weary one:<br>And so, like a child impatient<br>And sick of a discontent,<br>I bowed in a shower of tear-drops<br>And mourned with the instrument.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And lo! as I bowed, the splendor<br>Of the sun bent over me,<br>With a touch as warm and tender<br>As a father's hand might be:<br>And, even as I felt its presence,<br>My clouded soul grew bright,<br>And the tears, like the rain of morning,<br>Melted in mists of light.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a></strong></div>

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