Weekly Trinity journal. [volume] (Weaverville, Calif.) 1857-1972, 1869-01-02
A Rain Dream.
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These strifes, these tumults of the noisy world.
Where Fraud the coward, tracks his prey by STEALTH
And Strength, the ruffian, glories in bis guilt
rppress the heart with sadness. oh, my friend,
In what serener mood We look upon
The gloomiest aspects Of the elements xh;,.
Among the woods and fields Let us awnhe
As the slow wind is rolling up the storm,
In fancy leave this Of dusty Streets
Forever shaken by the importunate jar
OF commerce, and upon the darkenng AR
Look from the shelter Of our rural home.
Who . no. aysd that I'll, listen, s,sts te ss .sn ssnn
The upland sleeps are shrouded by their mlsts
The wales are gloomy with thy sbade the poo''
No longer glimmer and the silvery streams
Darken to veins of lead at thy approach
Oh mighty Rain already thou art here;
And every roof is beaten by streams.
And as thou passest, every CLASSY spring
Grows rough and every leaf in all the woods
Is struck and quivers The hiil-tops sax fields
Their thirst from thee thousand iangusnhs '
A thousand faintng gardens arc reiresheo'
A thousand idle rivulets start to speed,
And with the graver murmur OF the STORM
Blend their light voices, as they hurry oo
Thou alrst the circle of the atmosphere
Alone there is no living thing abroad, IL
No bird to wing the air. nor beast 10 walk
The field the squirrel in the forest seeks
His hollow tree the marmot OF the he'u
Has scampered to his den the butterny
Hides under her broad leaf; the insect crowds
That made the sunshine populous, lie close
Tn their mysterious shelters whence the sun
Will summon them again. The mignty hain
Holds the vast empire of the sky aiohe'
shut nv eyes. and as in a dream,
The friendly clouds drop down spring Voiets
And summer columbines and all the howers
That tuft the woodland floor, or oversrch
The streamlet-spiky grass for genial june
Brown haryests for the waiting husbandman,
And for the woods a deuge OF fresh leaves
see these myriad drops that slake the DUST
Gathered in glorious streams, or rolling piue
In billows the lake or on the deep,
And bearing nayies 1 behold them change
NJ Al l. - Il tnau Ink
And leave its stains behind. to rise again In,
In pleasant hooks Of verdure. where the chiid
Thirsty with play. in both his little hands
Shall take the clear cold water raising 1t
To wet his pretty lips. Tomorrow morn
How proudly will the water-lily ride
The brimming pool. o'erlookng, like queeh'
Her circle of broad leaves. In lonely wastes.
When next the sunshine makes them osau.,lu'' sa;,
Gay troops of butterflies shall light to drink
At the replenished hollows Of the rock.
Now slowly falls the dull blank night and still,
All through the staress hours the mighty i'aih
Smites with perpetual sound the forest leaves.
And beats the matted grass. and still the earth
Drinks the unstinted bounty of the clouds;
Drinks for her cottage wells, her woodland oiooA''
Drinks for the sprnging trout, the tong pee
And brooding bird drinks for her tender howers
Tall oaks and all the herbage of her hills
A melancholy sound is in the air,
A deep sigh in the distance. a shrill wall
Around nv dwelling. 'Ts the wind of night;
A lonely wandersr between earth and cloud,
In the black shadow and the chilly mist,
Along the streaming mountain side. and through
The dripping woods and DER the plashy fields,
Roaming and sorrowiDg still like one who makes
The journey of life alone, and nowhere meets
welcome friend, and still goes
In darkness. Yet awhile little while.
And he shall toss the glittering leaves in play
And daily with the flowers, and gaily lift
The slender herbs. pressed low by weight Of rain
And drive. in Joyous triumph through the sky,
White clouds, the laggard remnants of the Storm