THE RAIN CALL OF THE ROBIN.
The rain call of the robin falls on my list'ning ear,
Par over field and forest resounding sweet and clear,
A joyful promise bringing to the meadows parched and sere.
Par over field and forest resounding sweet and clear,
A joyful promise bringing to the meadows parched and sere.
With earliest dawn awaking and calling swift and soon,
Through all the sultry morning and the drowsy afternoon,
And now at falling twilight, he is singing to the moon.
Through all the sultry morning and the drowsy afternoon,
And now at falling twilight, he is singing to the moon.
Sweet over brooding forest and o'er the listening plain,
Sweet over shaded pathway, and o'er the waving grain.
Sweet to the heart of the weary comes the robin's call for rain.
Sweet over shaded pathway, and o'er the waving grain.
Sweet to the heart of the weary comes the robin's call for rain.