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100 See, he rides, amid the crowd. On his elephant of cloud. Marshalling his kingly train: Welcome, O thou Lord of Rain! Gathered clouds as black as night Hide the face of heaven from sight, Sailing on their airy road. Sinking with their watery load; Pouring down a flood of tears; Pleasant music to our ears. Woe to him whose love's away; He must mourn, while all are gay. Every cooling drop that flows Swells the torrent of his woes. If he raise his tearful eye, INDRA'S Bow, that spans the sky, Strung with lightning, hurls a dart Piercing through his lonely heart: For the clouds, in fancy's dream. Belted with the lightning's gleam. Conjure up the flashing zone Of the maid he calls his own; And the lines of glory there Match the gems she loves to wear. Earth, what dame has gems like thine. When thy golden fire-flies shine? When thy buds of emerald green Deck the bosom of their Queen? Look upon the woods, and see Bursting with new life each tree. Look upon the river side, Where the fawns in lilies hide. See the peacocks hail the rain. Spreading wide their jewelled train: They will revel, dance, and play In their wildest joy to-day. What delight our bosom fills. As we gaze upon the hills