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TRIFLES.
Gather strength and moisture,
Let the rain come down
Pearly, pure, and heavenly,
On the dusty town,—
All the drought-parched country
With the rich flood drown.
Let the rain come down
Pearly, pure, and heavenly,
On the dusty town,—
All the drought-parched country
With the rich flood drown.
Sweet west wind, steal softly
Down the royal heights
In the drowsy daytime,
In the star-bright nights.
Waft thy balm of healing
Over lonely moors,—
In at palace windows,
In at cottage doors;
Give the toiling millions
Health from thy full stores.
Down the royal heights
In the drowsy daytime,
In the star-bright nights.
Waft thy balm of healing
Over lonely moors,—
In at palace windows,
In at cottage doors;
Give the toiling millions
Health from thy full stores.
Soul, with nature humble,
Guard thy talent small;
Stay thy feet on virtue,
Take heed lest they fall.
Cheer the sad and weary,—
Lend a helping hand,—
God loves an earnest worker
Who heeds the wise command,
To let his light shine broadcast
O'er the gracious land.
Guard thy talent small;
Stay thy feet on virtue,
Take heed lest they fall.
Cheer the sad and weary,—
Lend a helping hand,—
God loves an earnest worker
Who heeds the wise command,
To let his light shine broadcast
O'er the gracious land.
