The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart, and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; (image by Marinshe) Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere
illustrated by Jeffrey Thompson
9780792265580, $7.95, National Geographic Society (Random House)
illustrated by Susan Jeffers
9780140558821, $7.99, Penguin
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