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Light falls the rain-drop on the fallen leaf,

And light o'er harvest-plain and garnered sheaf —

But lightlier falls the touch of loving hands.

Light falls the dusk of mild midsummer night,

And light the first star's faltering lance of light

On glimmering lawns, – but lightlier loving hands.

And light the feathery flake of early snows,

Or wisp of thistle-down that no wind blows,

And light the dew, – but lightlier loving hands.

Light-falling dusk, or dew, or summer rain,

Or down of snow or thistle – all are vain, —

Far lightlier falls the touch of loving hands.