Rainbow
Whispers of mist lie deathly white,
shifting in the early morning light;
the nightjar pipes his haunting tune,
soon to rue the waning of the moon.
The sun shines brightly now, and rain
showers scatter o'er the rough terrain.
God's fair creatures start to sing
and skylarks warble out their greeting.
But now a gift far sweeter for the telling,
a soft array of colors gently swelling;
seven hues with radiant splendor fair
o'erarching all do clearly shimmer there.
O limpid arc of light, fleeting and brief!
you bring joy as we behold you, every leaf
and bough and field and mountain glen
exult to taste your beauty once again!
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