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Like a drift of faded blossoms / Caught in a slanting rain, / His fingers glimpsed down the strings of his harp / In a tremulous refrain:
Patter and tinkle, and drip and drip!
Ah! But the chords were rainy sweet!
And I closed my eyes and I bit my lip, / As he played there in the street.
Patter, and drip, and tinkle!
And there was the little bed / In the corner of the garret, / And the rafters overhead!
And there was the little window -- / Tinkle, and drip, and drip -- !
The rain above, and a mother's love, / And God's companionship!