Lyra Pastoralis Songs of Nature, Church, and Home: By Richard Wilton |
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“Every one sees his own
Rainbow” |
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“Every one sees his own Rainbow”
When painted on a sullen, showery skyAppears the glory of the triple bow,
Red, orange, blue, with intermingling glow,
That beauteous arch is built for my sole eye.
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Where I behold them—for none else below;
To me, as to their centre, softly flow
The rays converging from that pageant high.
Others their bow may see, but I see mine;
To meet my eye springs the celestial arc,
To glad my heart the braided splendours shine:
So in God's covenant-love my place I mark,
I form one centre of the scheme divine
Which lights with hope for me life's mystery dark.
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