Children Poems

THE SUMMER SHOWER.

 

 

A TINKLING as of tiny bells,

A tap upon the pane;

And hark, the pleasant news it tells,—

To parching hills and thirsty dells

Has come the blessed rain,—

The blessed summer rain!

Meadows, renew your robes once more;

Drink deep, ye fields of grain;

Hold up your cups, each tiny flower,

Receive the grateful, cooling shower,

The blessed, blessed rain,—

The blessed summer rain

Ye brooks, that gurgle faint and hoarse,

Ring out a merrier strain;

And scatter freshness in your course,

In grateful memory of your source,

The blessed, blessed rain,—

The blessed summer rain!

 

 

 

 

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