TO A DRIZZLY DAY.
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v Now, rint you just about the meanest thing Of which poet ever chose to singa

 Ycu dull, dark ~dirty, damp and dismal day! The Tyre itself is run'd that would fling A rhyme to thee, for snapp'd is every string, Shrtnising from weather still without ray. A pretty subject, truly, for lay! A cut-throat season, neither rain nor shinei Why dent you go to work and rain away, Refreshing thirsty earth with tears divne' From early morning until lonely night Nothing but draszle! siet--Iather frizzle Under a burning sun--or drown outright Beneath deluge?-O, confound the drizzle?