Dully falls the steady rain.
Broken drops in line oblique
Fling themselves across the pane—
Of shattered dreams they sadly speak.
Ah me, that life should be so drear,
And all the world should moan in pain;
For every rain-drop falls a tear
As hopelessly as falls the rain.
But let the tears like rain sink down
To bring the roots of life their drink,
To give the grasses green for brown,
And make life's faded roses pink.
And let them cleanse life's leaves of dust
And wash away each blight or bane,
All stains of time, the mould, the must,—
Then full of promise falls the rain.
