The Home Circle.
A RAINY DAY.
Between its dismal walls of grey The road runs like a river— It seems the rain has come to stay, To dull the town for ever. The men go by, on business bent, And bless you not for stopping; The women, clad in discontent, Tor once abhor their shopping. Trom windows little faces peer — Ay, e’en the children sorrow, Impatient for the skies toclear — “ ’Tis ages till to-morrow !” -Herein, indeed, I find a way Wnere men agree together; Tor all the world’s at one to-day To murmur at the weather. Yet, just when I have deemed it vain My glance a smile discovers — Yes, there go twain who laugh at rain, But they—well, they are lovers ! J. J. Bell.
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Southern Cross, Volume 6, Issue 5, 7 May 1898, Page 11
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125The Home Circle. Southern Cross, Volume 6, Issue 5, 7 May 1898, Page 11
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