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Now does frail April come j^eeping 'neath her 

 clouds, bursting with promises that seldom are 

 fulfilled ; she sporteth with our humour, and 

 seems, as t'were, to laugh at the temptation 

 oft put forth ; thus will she lure the haughty 

 dame to wander in serenity and sunshine, when 

 on a sudden, far removed from home, the o'er- 

 charged vapour of some lurking mist, will jeering 

 drive the angered wanderer back — as if in 

 mockery of her conceit. 



This touches worldly life; — those who must 

 dress, appear in the last costume, and keep the 

 house, if fashion's not abroad, — while those 

 who joy not as we do, seek shelter from the 

 shower, and back return to home, thinking 

 the seasons altered every year. Poor mortals ! 



