A Rain Once Fell Upon The Earth For Many A Day And Night, And Hid The Flowers, The Grass, The Trees, The Birds And Beasts, From Sight. The Deep Waves Covered All The Land, And Mountain-Tops So High; And Nothing Could Be Seen Around, But Water, And The Sky. But Yet There Was One Moving Thing,-- A Still And Lonely Ark,-- That, Many A Weary Day And Night, Sailed O'Er That Ocean Dark. At Last, A Little Dove Was Forth From That Lone Vessel Sent; But, Wearied, To The Ark Again, When Evening Came, She Bent. Again She Went, But Soon Returned, And In Her Beak Was Seen A Little Twig--An Olive-Branch-- With Leaves Of Shining Green. The Waters Sank, And Then The Dove Flew From The Ark Once More, And Came Not Back, But Lived Among The Tree-Tops, As Before. Then From The Ark They All Came Forth, With Songs Of Joy And Praise; And Once Again The Green Earth Smiled Beneath The Sun'S Warm Rays.