Part 2 — “THE SONG THE RAINDROPS SING.”

I stood within my garden, While fell the gentle rain On thirsty leaf and blossom, To bid them smile again. But my heart mourn’d sore the sunbeams And all the joys they bring, Till I heard, like sweet bells chiming, The song the raindrops sing. They told of fading flow’rets, Of little leaves that die, While the lark soars on unceasing, And the sunlight floods the sky. And they said, “We are not teardrops, But tend’rest show’rs of love, To cheer the heart that’s weary, And lift sad eyes above.” And I thought, as fell the raindrops On fainting buds and leaves, So may sweet words and hopeful Wake for the heart that grieves. That to the world’s great garden Each may his harvest bring, Thro’ the sunshine or the storm-cloud, Or the song the raindrops sing.