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THE APRIL SHOWER.

1

When rain-drops, glistening from the thatch,
Like drops of silver run,
Our old blind grandame lifts the latch,
To feel the cheering sun.

2

She sees no rainbow in the sky,
But when the cuckoo sung,
She thought upon the years gone by,
When she was blithe and young.

3

But God, who comforts want and age,
Shall be her only friend,
And bless her till her pilgrimage
In silent dust shall end.