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XXXIII.
Chorus of SpiritsMortals! mark the semblance well —
Heed this mystic parable!
When the Flood — in ruin hurled —
Whelmed the fabric of the World,
When the wrath of God had past,
Then his Bow o'er heaven was cast,
Then it cheered the altar-train,
And to them we sang this strain,
Which to you we sing again: —
God proclaims its radiant rays,
Covenants to future days,
That the laws of Nature's reign
Every season shall maintain,
And in his proper circle prove
The Bow of Promise is the Zone of Love!
Heed this mystic parable!
When the Flood — in ruin hurled —
Whelmed the fabric of the World,
When the wrath of God had past,
Then his Bow o'er heaven was cast,
Then it cheered the altar-train,
And to them we sang this strain,
Which to you we sing again: —
God proclaims its radiant rays,
Covenants to future days,
That the laws of Nature's reign
Every season shall maintain,
And in his proper circle prove
The Bow of Promise is the Zone of Love!
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