256 AN ANGLER'S RAMBLES 



XXVIII. 



Oh ! welcome rain, oh ! welcome rain ! 

 Welcome the smile-precursing tears 

 The weeping of the clouds and spheres 



Which, pass'd, restores to life again, 



XXIX. 



Freshens the hues of eve and morn 

 Dilates the humid orbs of night, 

 And from the treasuries of light 



Replenishes the lunar horn ! 



xxx. 



I hear it coming in my sleep 



From cloudland and the vast behind ; 

 From the four Castles of the Wind, 



From the green caverns of the deep. 



XXXI. 



I hear it coming, as they came 

 That are the messengers of God, 

 And harness'd chariots at his nod, 



Horses of cloud to wheels of flame. 



XXXII. 



The vision that so often pass'd 



Before me, fraught of longings vain 

 The wishes of the heart and brain 



Is surely realized at last ! 



XXXIII. 



Oh ! welcome rain, oh ! welcome rain ! 

 Welcome the quickenings all around 

 The cloud-drift and the moaning sound, 



The shiftings of the gilded vane ! 



