DARK THOUGHTS. 
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NIGHTSHADE. 
Solanum JVigrum. 
Language — DARK THOUGHTS. 
So farewell liope, and with hope farewell fear, 
Farewell remorse ; all good to me is lost; 
Evil, be thou my good. 
Miltok. 
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; 
It rains, and the wind is never weary ; 
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, 
And at every gust the dead leaves fall, 
And the day is dark and dreary. 
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; 
It rains, and the wind is never weary; 
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past, 
And the hopes of my youth fall thick on the blast, 
And the days are dark and dreary. 
Be still, sad heart, and cease repining; 
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; 
Your fate is the common fate of all; 
In every life some rain must fall, 
Some days must be dark and dreary. 
Lojtofellow. 
