Soft twilight comes, the hour of rest;
A crescent moon shines in the west,
Yet on the roof and window-pane.
I hear the welcome sound of rain—
Soft summer shower, whose music falls
On listening ears! The heart it calls
To peace and joy and gratitude,
Telling to all that God is good.
Blest shower of love that quenches hate,
Earth's thirsty sense with joy to sate
In plenteous blessing from above—
A never ceasing flow of love!
