For the fond father and deserted wife,
Hope stronger still before the Image cast
A veil oblivious, to conceal the past;
Then on the future threw so bright a ray
That Sorrow smil’d in Tears and softly died away.
So, when the heavy Rain more gentle grow 760}
O’er the soft Shower bright gleams the colour’d bow, }
That never shines abroad till first the Waters flow; }
But on the Eye no cheerful Colours fall,
When not a Cloud appears, or when ’tis cloudy all.