LEST WE FORGET by L. C. Hutchins

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Feb 20, 1907

LEST WE FORGET.

By L. C. Hutchins

It rains, it rains, the crystal drops Come pattering 'gainst the window panes; O'er dusty streets, the farmers' crops, The meadows parched, and waiting plains.

It rains, it rains, the chickens run And haste to coop or sheltering tree; The ducklings gray enjoy the fun, While tree-toads chirp with noisy glee.

It rains, it rains, the teamsters speed, Umbrellas pass you widely spread; The auto rushes without heed, Alas! alas! the mud ahead!

It rains, it rains, the farmer's hat All dripping on the nail is seen; Erewhile he smiles o'er verdant flat, And crops of corn, and meadow green.

Aye, aye, it rains, full soon the sun Is radiant over hill and plain; He sends our blessings, every one, Who sends the sunshine and the rain.

His blessings fall on one and all, Alike on evil and the good; Impartial, too, His heavenly call, "Come unto Me," for aye hath stood.

It rains again and we complain, There's too much rain, or too much sun, Forgetful in our folly vain Who sends the other or the one.

And we forget, aye we forget, And live as tho all time is ours; And doth He send the earthquake shock, Reminder 'mid the sun and showers?

Can we forget? Alas, forget That He who went will come again? Sun, moon, and stars in sign have met, Soon "He whose right it is shall reign." L. C. HUTCHINS.