The Little Villager's Verse Book — April Shower

When rain-drops, glistening from the thatch,
Like drops of silver, run;
Our old blind grannam lifts the latch,
To feel the cheering Sun.

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.

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