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Eainbow of the orient sky,
Fresh and bright thou art! Thou hast burst, how suddenly, On the sight and heart I Now along the gorgeous cloud, Is thy form in grandeur bow'd.
0, how freshly nature smiles,
All impearl'd with showers! Call they, this a barren wild, This sweet world of ours ? There is something lovely here, Glist'ning bright through nature's tear.
Verdure all around us spreads
Her soft robe so fair; Balmy odour sweetly sheds Incense on the air; And the bow, the beauteous bowó See it in its lustre glow!
Thus, when sorrow's flood is mine,
And its billows roll, May the boio of promise shine Brightly o'er my soul, And direct my eager eye To a calm and cloudless sky !