Oh, for rain ! the gentle rain ! For the sweet, refreéhing rain '. [rain. Por tlie gushing. rusliing, p'all'ring, dropping Let us pvay ! Oh, to wake up in the nigkt To the musió of the rain ; To its llquld lingera beating On the hot and dusty pane ! And to listen to the bhowers Through the dark and ultry honra Come and go ! And to know ïhat the droopiiig little fiowers Have ïiot flxed their patiënt eyes On llie brazen, barning skies All in vain For the rain ! And to know that in tlie valley. In the forest and tlie plain, Are a thousand thousand lamish'd things Rejoicing in the rain. That the me.idows wiíl bo seen In their livery of green, As though sweet May awhile Had returned again to suiile ! And no more the shrunken river ís through dust y channel creeping ; But, with laughing eddies dimpled, To its niother-wave is leaping ! And to know this bleesed night, There are hearts oí' hum'.ile trust Tlianking Hini who sends his rain. On the evil and the just, And that now f'roni many an eve Are drops of gladness shed 0 little lips that whispered last, " ' Our Father! - daily bread ! :' And to feel thal on the niorrow, - With the flrst flush of the day,- Wliat a cloud of anxious sorrow, With tlie clouds wHl pnss away ! For the rain, tlie gentle rain, For the gushing. patt'ring, dripping rain, Let us prav !