26.12.2010, 13:40
THE RAINBOW.
Father of all ! Thou dost not hide Thy bond
As one that would disclaim it—on the cloud,
Or springing fount, or torrent's misty shroud.
Lord of the waters ! are thy tokens found ;
Thy promise lives about the ambient air,
And, ever ready at a moment's call,
Reports itself, in colours fresh and fair ;
And, where St. Lawrence rushes to his fall
In thunder. Thou dost tend his angry breath
Infusing it with rainbows :—one and all
The floods of this green earth attest Thy faith,
The rain, the fountain, and the watery wall —
And, badged with sweet remembrancers, they say,
'My word, once given, shall never pass away.'
Father of all ! Thou dost not hide Thy bond
As one that would disclaim it—on the cloud,
Or springing fount, or torrent's misty shroud.
Lord of the waters ! are thy tokens found ;
Thy promise lives about the ambient air,
And, ever ready at a moment's call,
Reports itself, in colours fresh and fair ;
And, where St. Lawrence rushes to his fall
In thunder. Thou dost tend his angry breath
Infusing it with rainbows :—one and all
The floods of this green earth attest Thy faith,
The rain, the fountain, and the watery wall —
And, badged with sweet remembrancers, they say,
'My word, once given, shall never pass away.'