The rain-bird shakes her dusty wings
And leaves the sunny strand,
For mossy springs, and sweetly sings,
To greet her native land.
The camel in the desert heeds
Where distant waters lay,
And onward speeds, to flowery meads,
And fountains far away.
The freshest drops will Beauty choose
To keep her floweret wet,
The purest dews, to save its hues—
Her gentle violet.
So—may sweet Grace our hearts renew
With waters from above,
So—keep in view what Mercy drew
From this deep well of love. W. H. DENNY.
And leaves the sunny strand,
For mossy springs, and sweetly sings,
To greet her native land.
The camel in the desert heeds
Where distant waters lay,
And onward speeds, to flowery meads,
And fountains far away.
The freshest drops will Beauty choose
To keep her floweret wet,
The purest dews, to save its hues—
Her gentle violet.
So—may sweet Grace our hearts renew
With waters from above,
So—keep in view what Mercy drew
From this deep well of love. W. H. DENNY.