Then, wanderer! thou art blest indeed.
THE RAINBOW.
“I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between me and the earth.”—Genesis, ix. 13.
Soft falls the mild, reviving shower
From April’s changeful skies,
And rain-drops bend each trembling flower
They tinge with richer dyes.
Soon shall their genial influence call
A thousand buds to day,
Which, waiting but that balmy fall,