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THE ARBOR DAY LADY 
THE RAIN 
I hear leaves drinking rain; 
I hear rich leaves on top 
Giving the poor beneath 
Drop after drop; 
Tis a sweet noise to hear 
These green leaves drinking near 
And when the Sun comes out. 
After this rain shall stop, 
A wondrous light will fill 
Each dark, round drop; 
I hope the sun shines bright; 
Twill be a lovely sight. 
“Every pine and fir and hemlock 
Wore ermine too dear for an earl, 
And the poorest twig on the elm tree 
Was fringed inch-deep with pearl.” 
