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XIV. Song continued.
They turned, and, full against the sun,
A wondrous Bow there came—
Of many dyes, and every one
The purest of its name!
“That,” said the Voice, “shall be a sign
To all thy sons and daughters,
That never more will Wrath Divine
Destroy the world by waters.
A wondrous Bow there came—
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The purest of its name!
“That,” said the Voice, “shall be a sign
To all thy sons and daughters,
That never more will Wrath Divine
Destroy the world by waters.
“Whenever showers on earth descend,
And sunbeams glance between,
That bow of love shall brightly bend,
That pledge of peace be seen.
And long as Time holds on his march,
Shall all Earth's sons and daughters
With grateful spirit hail the arch—
Triumphant o'er the waters!”
And sunbeams glance between,
That bow of love shall brightly bend,
That pledge of peace be seen.
And long as Time holds on his march,
Shall all Earth's sons and daughters
With grateful spirit hail the arch—
Triumphant o'er the waters!”
Thus Heaven-assured, they sought the plain;
But—human—timid—still,
Long shook they at each sound of rain,
And at each swelling rill.
But when on high the Token glowed,
How joyed those sons and daughters!
How knelt they, and adored the God
Whose power had calmed the waters!
But—human—timid—still,
Long shook they at each sound of rain,
And at each swelling rill.
But when on high the Token glowed,
How joyed those sons and daughters!
How knelt they, and adored the God
Whose power had calmed the waters!
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