Of all the gifts in God's domain I think the most sublime Is rain, the rain That keeps the earthly new With infinite solitude That cools the mountain-burning crowd And bathes the robin in its nest To whom the trees and flowers yield That rope in blossom to be The rain that like a mother's tear Dissolves the dust of human fear That falls all impartially And teaches us humility That leaves behind when it departs All rain pours off our wearied hearts When God falls of a world in pain I think He will and call He rain © transcript Emily Beynon
