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THE RAINBOW FIELDS OF WENGEN
Summer and winter time should never cease,
So seem those snowy heights, these fields to say;
Let rainbows trick the air with bright array,
And through the storm-shower let the sun speak peace,
We have no need of messengers like these,
No signs of bow and cloud to pass away,
Born of the sun and rain to longer stay,
Earth flings her rainbow's banner on the leas.
So seem those snowy heights, these fields to say;
Let rainbows trick the air with bright array,
And through the storm-shower let the sun speak peace,
We have no need of messengers like these,
No signs of bow and cloud to pass away,
Born of the sun and rain to longer stay,
Earth flings her rainbow's banner on the leas.
For here when cranesbill purples all the grass,
June wears such colours as men see in Heaven,
And casts her mantle o'er the meadow slope
So flower-embroidered, not a soul can pass
But feels God's covenant of love regiven,
And hears the undying harvest-song of hope.
June wears such colours as men see in Heaven,
And casts her mantle o'er the meadow slope
So flower-embroidered, not a soul can pass
But feels God's covenant of love regiven,
And hears the undying harvest-song of hope.
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