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.
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