M-onday's rain and chill
A-re both already gone;
R-ise of the beacon begins,
I-n December thirteenth dawn.
L-et Tuesday's rays warm
Y-our soul and your heart;
N-ight darkness disappears, as the shadows depart.
C-herish the fresh morn,
A-fter the vile weather;
P-ure delight is brought,
I-nclement clime is
O-ver.
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