The Rainy Day

The day 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 shinning

Thy fate is the common fate to all

Into each life some rain must fall

Some days must be dark and dreary