Bad Weather Turns Calm
J-une third early morn
E-ndorses a better clime;
V-iolent wind Saturday
I-sn't howling in
T-ime.
A-llow the night to pass,
L-et the morrow come;
O-pen your eyes to new dawn,
B-ad weather turns calm.
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