Still falls the rain -- dark as the world of man, black as our loss -- >>
I am patient with stupidity, but not with those who are proud of it. >>
I'm not the man to balk at a low smell, I not the man to insist on asp >>
Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rai >>
There's always a period of curious fear between the first sweet-smelli >>
To watch this crystal globe just sent from heaven to associate with me >>
Still falls the rain -- dark as the world of man, black as our loss -- blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails upon the Cross.