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THE CLOUD ON THE WAY.
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Pleasantly between the pelting showers the sun-shine gushes down;Dear are those who walk beside us, they whose looks and voices makeAll this rugged region cheerful, till I love it for their sake.Far be yet the hour that takes me where that chilly shadow lies,From the things I know and love and from the sight of loving eyes."So thou murmurest, fearful one: but see, we tread a rougher way;Fainter glow the gleams of sunshine that upon the dark rocks play;Rude winds strew the faded flowers upon the crags o'er which we pass;Banks of verdure, when we reach them, hiss with tufts of withered grass.One by one we miss the voices which we loved so well to hear;One by one the kindly faces in that shadow disappear.
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