Gray Days

Rare days In March, when myatic vapors veil The eastern sky with cool, delioious mist. Deep in their shade sweet nature makes her tryst With youthful spring, and in some dreamful ,dale Bighs endless love. Could we but touch the pa Ie, Soft curtains of the day that e'er resist Our searehl Just there, could we, unnoticed, list, What sacred joy our conscience raight assaill Oh, days of gray 1 Througn thy charmed atmosphere Steals a soft kiss of comfort to my brow. To happiness my waiting soul draws near, Dreaming those dreame thy draperiea allow. Life may be perfect in its flowery May ; March half reveis it in her days of gray.