Born: December 16, 1838, Rome, Ohio.
Died: October 12, 1920, Iowa.
Buried: Rose Hill Cemetery, Mount Ayr, Iowa.
Helen was the daughter of Henry and Sophia (or Serviah) Brown, and wife of George Washington Rains.
A poet and journalist, she contributed to Peterson’s Magazine, the Cincinnati Weekly, the Ladies Repository, and the Christian Standard.
She was living in Mount Ayr, Iowa, by 1870.
Tho’ gone the charm that rendered days so fair
And night a marvel of bewitching grace,
A hunting spirit still controls the air,
And weaves its festoons in November’s face.
From tree to tree the golden links prevail,
And swing their leafy pendants in mid-air,
While scattering flocks with one incessant tale,
Bemoan the fates that make their feasts so rare.
Soft, filmy lace upon the shrubs abound,
Upheld to catch the early morning mist.
So fine a texture cannot well be found
Whose braided gems the first sun-rays have kissed.
So still the day, so free from sound of strife,
I hear within the vale the ripples flow
Like low pulse-beats measuring out a life,
Anigh its close, so soft they come and go.
The leaves with varied-color hue
Drift lazily about us here and there
Like skiffs without an anchorage in view.
Some hidden fairy launched on the air,
It seems to me the year has dropped asleep
Within the arms of plenty, crowned with days
Of endless speech whose open records keep
The stamp of Him
to whom be all the praise.
Helen A. Brown Rains
In Poets and Poetry of Iowa, by
Thomas William Herringshaw, 1894