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.’
Translation: 
Language: 
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.