Apropos of the wet winter of 1872.
WRING out the clouds in that damp sky,
Which all this year so drear have made,
If, for the weather's clerk, her trade
A weather-washerwoman ply.
Wring out the old, wring in the new,
Wring, weather-washerwoman, so,
That wet shod if the Old Year must go
The New may damps and dumps eschew.
Wring out the wet that stands in clay,