THE APRIL SHOWER.

1 When rain-drops, glistening from the thatch, Like drops of silver run, Our old blind grandame lifts the latch, To feel the cheering sun.

2 She sees no rainbow in the sky, But when the cuckoo sung, She thought upon the years gone by, When she was blithe and young.

3 But God, who comforts want and age, Shall be her only friend, And bless her till her pilgrimage In silent dust shall end.