I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between me and the earth. br br Genesis ix. 13. br br br SOFT falls the mild, reviving shower br From April's changeful skies, br And rain-drops bend each trembling flower br They tinge with richer dyes. br br Soon shall their genial influence call br A thousand buds to day, br Which, waiting but their balmy fall, br In hidden beauty lay. br br E'en now full many a blossom's bell br With fragrance fills the shade; br And verdure clothes each grassy dell, br In brighter tints arrayed. br br But mark! what arch of varied hue br From heaven to earth is bowed? br Haste, ere it vanish, haste to view br The Rainbow in the cloud. br br How bright its glory! there behold br The emerald's verdant rays, br The topaz blends its hue of gold br With the deep ruby's blaze. br br Yet not alone to charm thy sight br Was given the vision fair;? br Gaze on that arch of colored light, br And read God's mercy there. br br It tells us that the mighty deep, br Fast by th' Eternal chained, br No more o'er earth's domains shall sweep, br Awful and unrestrained. br br It tells that seasons, heat and cold, br Fixed by his sovereign will, br Shall, in their course, bid man behold br Seed-time and harvest still; br br That still the flower shall deck the field, br When vernal zephyrs blow; br That still the vine its fruit will yield, br When autumn sun-beams glow.