the summer rain.
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So doth it fall, when the smiling sky
Is dim with the clouds of adversity;—
So doth it soften the stony breast,
As the glittering drops upon earth are pressed
'Till, as incense sweet after Summer rain,
The soul will rise towards heaven again.
Is dim with the clouds of adversity;—
So doth it soften the stony breast,
As the glittering drops upon earth are pressed
'Till, as incense sweet after Summer rain,
The soul will rise towards heaven again.
