Cloud, if as thou dost melt, and with thy train Of drops make soft the Earth, my eyes could weep O'er my hard heart, that's bound up and asleep; Perhaps at last, Some such showers past, My God would give a sunshine after rain.
Cloud, if as thou dost melt, and with thy train Of drops make soft the Earth, my eyes could weep O'er my hard heart, that's bound up and asleep; Perhaps at last, Some such showers past, My God would give a sunshine after rain.