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The day has been vague, and the sky has been bleak, Affairs have gone backward the whole day long; My friends as I meet them will scarcely speak, And vainly the things I have lost I seek. I am weary and sad -- and the world is wrong. The morrow has come, and the sky has grown clear, The world appears righted, and rings with song; My friends as I meet them have words of cheer, The things that I thought I had lost reappear, And the work pushes forward the whole day long. As the strings of a harp, standing side by side, Are the days of sadness and days of song; The sunshine and shadow are ever allied, But the shadows will fade, and the sunshine bide, Though to-day may be dim, and the world go wrong. |
