English poem
When scorching suns the thirsty earth
by Anonymous
When scorching suns the thirsty earth Of all her treasures drain, The rose of summer's loveliest birth, Droops on the languid plain.
But when refreshing rains descend, Again the verdure shoots; Again reviving nature sends Her gifts of flowers and fruits.
The heart exhausted, thus depress'd, A prey to ardent woe; Revives and smiles, when joys so blest, Once more, unhoped for, flow.