The Carol of the Rain

O THE happy summer rain! O the merry summer rain!
How it dashes and it splashes o'er my southern window-pane

With its sweet persistent voice
On its way to make rejoice
Every leaf of anxious clover, every blade of thirsty grain!

O the rolic, summer rain! O the frolic, summer rain!
Here you are with us a moment, then you're up and off
again!

Other fields expectant lie,
Dull and dusty, hard and dry,
Glad to have you spoil their burdens, for you do it without
pain.

There is something all may gain from thy visit, Summer Rain—
Something with Love's cadence whispered in thy carol
sweet and plain:
"He who knows true liberty
Helps his neighbor to be free:
E'en the cup of water is not given the needy one in vain."

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