And glistened on the leafy trees.
And far into the eastern sky
The growling thunder-cloud had gone,
Upon whose breast of inky dye,
The radiant bow of promise shone.
The setting sun beamed broad and bright,
And far the lengthening shadows cast;
On Gnadenhutten’s tower-crown’d height,
He lingered long to look his last.
And never had his parting ray,