7 ii E r AIN B o w
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The evening was glorious, and light through the


trees


Played the sunshine and rain drops, the birds and


the breeze;


The landscape, outstretchng in loveliness lay,
On the lap Of the year, in the beauty of May
For the queen of the spring, she passed down the


vale,


Left her robe on the trees, and her breath on the


gale;


And the smile, Of her promise gave JOY to the hours,
And flush IN her footsteps sprang herbage and iow-


ers-


The skies like banner in sunset unroIled,
Ger the west threw their splendor of azure and


gold;


But cloud at distance rose dense, and in


creased,


Til its margin of black touched the zenith and east
We gazed on the scenes, while around us they glow


ed,


When vision of beauty appeared on the cloud:
Twas not like the sun, at midday we view,
Nor the moon, that rolls nightly through starlight


and blue.


Like spirit ii came in the van of the storm.
And the eye andthe heart hailed its beautiful form:
For it looked not severe, like an angel of wrath.
But its garment Of brightness illumed IFS dark path
In the hues Of its grandeur sublimely Il stood
Ger the river, the village, the field, and the wood
And river, field, village and woodlands grew bright
As conscious they gave and afforded delight.
Twas the bow of Omnipotence bent in his hand.
Whose grasp at creation the universe spanned:
Twas the presence Of God, in a symbol sublime;
His from the flood to the exit of time.
Not dreadful, as when the whirwind he pleads.
When storms are his chariots, and lghtnincs his


steeds,


The black clouds his banner of vengeance unfurled
And thunder his voice to guilt stricken world
In the breath of his presence when thousands expire
And seas boil with fury and rocks burn with fire.
And the sword, and the plague-spot, with death


strew the plain,


And vutures, and wolves the grave of the slain;
Not such was that rainbow, that beautiful one,
Whose arch retraction, its ey-stone--the sun:
A pavilion it seemed which the Deity graced,
And Justice and Mercy met there, and embraced
Awhile and it sweety bent over the gloom,
Like Love DER death couch.o Hope DER the tomb
Then left the dark scene; whence it slowly retired
As Love had Just vanished, or Hope had expired
| gazed not alone on that source Of my song;
To all who beheld il these verses belong;
Its presence to all was the path of the Lord
Each full heart expanded-grew warm and adored
Like visit-the converse Of friends-or a day,
That bow, from my sight, passed for ever away;
Ike that visit, that converse, that day-to my heart
That bow from remembrance never depart
'rs picture in memory distinctly defined
with the strong and imperishng colors of mind:
A part of my being beyond my control,
BeheId on that cloud, and transcribed on my soul