 | The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay |  |
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SUMMER RAIN.
I
The mountain streams are silentOr whisper faint and low,
The Earth is grateful to the dews
For moisture which the clouds refuse,—
Blow, west wind,—blow!
And fall, O gentle Rain!
Awake the music of the bowers,
Unfold the beauty of the flowers;—
The corn-fields long to hear thy voice,
And woods and orchards will rejoice
To see thee, gentle Rain!
II
It comes! The gushing wealth descends!Hark! how it patters on the leaves!
Hark! how it drips from cottage eaves!—
The pastures and the clouds are friends—
Drop gently, gentle Rain!
The fainting corn-stalk lifts its head,
The grass grows greener at thy tread,
The woods are musical again;—
And from the hill-side springing,
Down comes the torrent singing,
With grateful nature in accord,
A full-voiced anthem to the Lord,
To thank Him for the Rain.
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