April Fool Quote: When the clouds shake their hyssops, and the rain Like holy...

When the clouds shake their hyssops, and the rain
Like holy water falls upon the plain,
Tis sweet to gaze upon the springing grain
And see your harvest born.
And sweet the little breeze of melody
The blackbord puffs upon the budding tree,
While the wild poppy lights upon the lea
And blazes mid the corn.