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RAIN.

The vain is falling, bending every leaf, With heavy drops, as though the darken'd |spheres Wept o'er our fallen earth with silent grief, And shed for us those great sad mournful tears. The rain is falling on the silent ground, And on the flowers and on the sad sea waves, And Avith a strange deep spiritual sound. Upon our lov'd ones in their silent graves. The rain is falling sadly, yet it brings Life to those " stars of earth" the holy flowers, Brightening their leaves, as though an angels wings, Touched "them with healing, in the still night hours And so our tears, when we are pale with sorrow, Strengthen and purify the weary soul, And through the darkness there shall dawn a morrow, When we shall see and understand the whole. Then let us ever avliou we bend with cares, Or when avo weep for those who are no more; ' Kcmomber grief the trembling soul prepares, For the great future that lies on before. Canterbury. . j\ s. C.

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Lyttelton Times, Volume XVII, Issue 986, 23 April 1862, Page 3

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RAIN. Lyttelton Times, Volume XVII, Issue 986, 23 April 1862, Page 3

RAIN. Lyttelton Times, Volume XVII, Issue 986, 23 April 1862, Page 3