After The Rain

Ozora Stearns Davis

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Over the mountain's soft mantles of blue,
Racks of white cloud by the sunshine shot through;
Spring's waking glories o'er valley and plain,
After the rain.

Over the heart steals the sun-light at last,-
Shadow and storm from the landscape have passed;
Gladly the soul sings in respite from pain,
After the rain.

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