A Mother

It rained all day the day she died,
And yet she thought it sweet and fair;
She said the sunlight kissed her hair,
And then she slept, all satisfied.

It rained all day; she woke again,
And whispered that the sky was blue.
Ah me! thank God she never knew
How cold and dreary fell the rain.

So like her life! It rained all day,
And yet she thought it all was bright;
She loved and toiled through day and night--
She never thought the skies were gray.

by Charles Hanson Towne

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