The rude, brown rafters of the roof
Woke to a joyous chime.
The rain! the rain! the blessed rain!
It came like Hemnon’s dew,
And watered every field and wood,
And kissed the surges blue.
Oh! when that Pilgrim band came forth
And pressed the humid sod,
Shone not each face as Moses’ shone
When “face to face” with God?