. Er, FOR THE ENQUIRER. JULY 3d, ISA5A
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It is is raining, it is raining, Upon the vale and hill, How gently fall the summer showers, Upon the gladdened Till. za5, And on the parched and thirsty earth, And on her dropping bowers, The sound of falling raindrops,

 How sweet among the flowers. The blessed boon of Heaven rl Withheld from earth so long, It fills our hearts with thankfulness, And fills our souls with song. 'Tis soft as angel whisperings '9 The sound of falling showers; And 0hl t makes more beautiful

 This 'beauteous world of ours. Athonsand gems are glist'ning On every leafy bough, A thoasand dropping flowers look up And smile in beauty now. If any eye be dimmed with tears,

 Ifo'er one heart is thrown A cloud, look out upon the earth,

 It speaks of joy alone; The eaYth-'tis fair and beautiful, And fairer still it seems, When wet with drops of Heaven, 7" All glowing with its beams, A deeper hue the violets,

 The rosy bowers more gay. .. ... And brighter seems the starlight

 When the clouds have passed away, And merrier the wild birds song,

 Amid the deep green dells, And sweeter is the roses breath,

 And sweet the sound that tells Of gushing rivulets that play

 Among the forest bowers The cloud, the mist, the rainbow, born Of sunshine and of showers The balmy air, the summer sky,

 A beautiful array Of all that's fair and loveliest,

 Is granted us to-day. ..... ...... anaan, July 3d. c. R. CowLEs.