Poetry of Kansas
 

The Rain Upon The Corn.

How sweet the music of the rain,
      At evening or morn,
When clouds with trails that reach the ground
      Pass o'er the fields of corn.
Man's work is done. The toiling days
      Of heat and anxious care
Are ended, and the falling rain
      With music fills the air.
 
How long and hard the fight since first
      Was turned the lifeless sod,
Since first the harrow surged its way
      To pulverize each clod,
How long since planting of the seed,
      The sacrifice each morn,
To keep the weeds from growing where
      Now stands the field of corn.
 
Out from my window to the fields
      I cast a grateful eye,
I see the raindrops falling down
      From out the cloudy sky,
And as they fall upon the fields
      New hopes in me are born,
For plenty dwells when July rains
      Fall on the fields of corn.

__Ed. Blair.

Kansas Zephyrs
Ed. Blair
(Madison, Wis.: American Thresherman. 1901)
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