The Shower.
“Waters above! Eternal springs!
The dew that silvers the Dove’s wings!
O welcome, welcome to the sad!
Give dry dust drink, drink that makes glad.
Many fair Evenings, many flowers
Sweetened with rich and gentle showers,
Have I enjoyed, and down have run
Many a fine and shining Sun;
But never, till this happy hour,
Was blest with such an evening shower!”
What a curious felicity about the repetition of “drink” in the fourth line.
“Isaac’s Marriage” is one of the best of the pieces, but is too long for insertion.