Or chasing butterflies through wheat,

Although no cloth is spun.

A SHOWER'S MELODY

A babbling brooklet wends its happy way

Adown a rocky path across the plain.

And goes a-galloping along in rain.

In drought he stops and waits a lucky day,

When clouds roll up and men and women pray,

And withered is the corn and grasses and grain.

The dust clings thick on every sill and pane.

A shower soon refreshes loam and clay.

The little stream resumes its cheerful hymn.

It warbles on content to sing and flow,

The music lilts and swells in happy glee;

And too, the birds and bees join in with vim,

Harmonious, alive, in twilight glow

A mighty choir of gorgeous melody!

IF YOU HEAR

If you hear the scoff of friends,

Or see their anger grow,

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