Into each life some rain must fall, Somedays must be dark and sad and dreary.

Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives
must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.

Into each life some rain must fall.

both were learning that beauty, youth, good fortune, even love itself, cannot keep care and pain, loss and sorrow, from the most blessed for into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and sad and dreary.

The Rainy Day

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

Even thou who mournst the daisies fate, that fate is thine.

Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate, that fate is thine.

Everything has an ending: there will be
An ending one sad day for you and me,
And ending of the days we had together,
The good companionship, all kinds of weather.

Even tho who mournst the daisies fate, that fate is thine.

Life is a torrid day,
Parched with the dust and sun ;
And death's the calm cool night,
When the weary day is done.

Death will find a way.
Even the gods must pass.

How sorrowful is women's lot!" she cried.
"We all partake of woe, our common fate.

As long as skies are blue, and fields are green
Evening must usher night, night urge the morrow,
Month follow month with woe, and year wake year to sorrow

Leaves have their time to fall,
And flowers to wither at the north-wind’s breath,
And stars to set; but all,
Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!