HARK! how the wind sighs out of sight Sorrow and warning. It raged and wrestled in pain all night, It sighs at morning. The very trees where the wild winds wreak The wrongs of the city, Groan and creak as they fain would speak Pardon and pity. Heart, keep silence; forebode no more Warning and sorrow. Who knows, the heavens may hold in store Spring for to-morrow. |