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Show THE CHANGE. The clouds were all tumbled and ragged. And the morning was laden with rain: A little boy knelt at the casement With his nose flattened out on the pane; The drops trickled down on the window, win-dow, And the tears on his cheeks ran a race; Oh, he was so sad! The day was so bad. That somehow it showed in his face. He cried and he fretted and scolded. Till the little dog went from his side Afraid, and the little white' kitten Crept into the closet to hide, And the little tin soldiers were standing stand-ing Way up in the attic alone. For the little boy knew of -nothing to do, But kneel at the windowr and moan. The clouds journeyed on o'er the heavens Till a little light streak of the sky Shone into his eyes, till, they brightened, bright-ened, And the tears on his face were all dry; Then the glad sun burst out like a blossom, And a smile spread all over his face; When the sky was all blue, his' happiness happi-ness grew Till joy was all over the place. The dog wagged his tail, and was merry, And the kitten came down through the hall; She purred, as he stroked her, and told her: "The day is all right, after all." And the little tin soldiers were marching march-ing Until they were tired of the drill. And a sleepy-eyed boy, with a heart full of joy. Climbed into his bed and was still. George Robert Harrison in. Chicago Record Herald. |