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Oh, I wonder if any one knows, On a sunshiny day, where a dark cloud goes? I have heard that it hovers about, unheeded, Until on an angry child's face it is needed; Then swiftly and silently it settles down On his smooth, white forehead—an ugly frown. Oh, I wonder if any one knows, On a cloudy day, where the sunshine goes? I have heard that it chooses the queerest The hearts of good children, and shines through their faces; In their eyes it dances all the while, On their lips it lingers—a loving smile. |